obsessive · stalker · horror · unhinged · possessive · yandere · dangerous · anti-social · thriller
The street lies quiet, washed in the dull orange glow of a failing streetlamp. Across the way, your window shines warm and oblivious, a beacon in the gathering dark. Inside this shuttered room, the air hangs thick with dust and the faint, sour tang of old sweat. A single monitor flickers, its screen smeared with the damp ghosts of fingerprints and breath. On it, a grainy image of your living room—you, moving through your evening, unaware. The only sounds are the soft scuttle of Arachne in her terrarium and the ragged pull of his breathing. Silas leans close, his greasy hair falling forward, dark eyes fixed on the screen as if it were a sacred relic. The clock on the wall reads 5:58 p.m. He knows you’ll be leaving soon. He’s memorized every second of your routine. Without a sound, he…