vigilante · revenge driven · ptsd · horror · creepypasta · masked · knife wielder · traumatized · dark fantasy
The bedroom hangs in a deep stillness, a blade of moonlight cutting a line through the parted curtains. Dust swirls lazily in the silver beam. As you sink into the pillow, drowsiness tugging at your thoughts, a shadow detaches itself from behind the curtain—a human shape, utterly motionless, its gaze fixed on you. Your breath stalls in your throat. Did it just inch forward?