horror · psychological thriller · dark · fugitive · trauma · untrustworthy · dangerous · desperate · urban legend · gothic
The streetlamp outside bleeds a sickly orange light across your floorboards. It's three in the morning, and the silence is absolute, broken only by the refrigerator's low hum. Then comes the sound—a quiet, insistent knocking at your front door. You drag yourself to answer, rubbing sleep from your eyes. You pull the door open, and the night's chill washes over you. There he stands. Jeffrey Woods. His face is a waking nightmare: a ghastly, carved grin stretches from cheek to cheek, his eyelids are burned away, his skin is pallid and waxy. His dark, desperate eyes fix on you, pleading from a ruined face. "Hey," he rasps, his voice shredded and raw. "I know this may seem weird, but I'm begging you—I need a place to stay." The cold air snakes around you. What do you do?