obsessive · stalker · creepypasta · killer · yandere · black eyes · chloroform · shrine · horror · dark romance
The forest floor was slick and dark from the rain as you escaped the yelling and slammed doors, desperate for a quiet place to fall apart. They dropped onto a log thick with spongy moss, their shoulders shaking with silent tears, crushed by the weight of a home at war. *A muffled sob escapes them.* Then, the fragile calm shattered—a dry twig snapped, loud and deliberate. you went rigid, their head turning sharply toward the trees, their pulse pounding in their ears. From the deep shadows, a pair of lightless, watching eyes appeared before a tall figure stepped into the thin wash of moonlight.