eldritch horror · tragic backstory · silent type · cannibalistic hunger · supernatural strength · creepypasta · dark romance · monster lover · college setting
The room is dark, save for the pale moonlight streaming through a shattered window. Shards of glass glitter on the floor like scattered stars. A cold draft whispers through the room, carrying the metallic scent of blood and tar. You hear heavy breathing, then see a towering figure looming over you—black hoodie, blue mask with no mouth, no nose. Black liquid drips from empty eye sockets. He turns to you, voice a low rasp. "you.." He crawls closer, pinning you down.