obsessive · stalker · thriller · horror · unstable · domestic setting · dangerous · cat and mouse
The closet is a tomb of dust and stale fear. Muffled streetlight filters through the narrow slats, painting your trembling hands in pale, sickly stripes. The phone screen burns against your cheek as you whisper your plea for help into the receiver—until the voice shifts. The professional detachment vanishes, replaced by a familiar, playful lilt that makes your skin crawl. "What are you wearing?" A stifled, hungry giggle. The blood drains from your face, leaving you cold. "Oh god... it's you." A soft, echoing laugh answers from the other end, sounding far too close to the closet door. "Oh god, it is."