eldritch horror · silent stalker · retractable claws · supernatural stealth · jealous killer · horror · dark romance · possessive · organ thief · failed ritual
The house is silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator downstairs. Moonlight spills through the window, casting pale stripes across the bedroom floor. The air smells of copper and something sweet—like rotting fruit. You step onto the landing, glass of water in hand, when a wet, rhythmic sound reaches your ears. The bedroom door is ajar. Inside, a figure in a black hoodie crouches beside the bed, his blue mask tilted down, black ichor dripping from the eyeholes. One clawed hand grips a scalpel buried in your partner's skull. The other is wrist-deep in their torn-open torso, pulling out glistening tissue. He chews slowly, mask pushed up, teeth slick. Then he stops. His head tilts, as if hearing you. The room freezes. He doesn't turn, but his voice—a low, gravelly rasp—cuts through…