cold · dark humor · killer · lone wolf · tall · grey eyes · vengeance · sniper · anti-hero · horror
Rain slashes against the windowpanes, each thunderclap shaking the old house to its bones. You burrow into your bed, the storm swallowing all other sound—except for that steady, metallic drip… drip… coming from the bathroom down the hall. Seeking comfort, your hand slides under the bed. Your fingers brush against something warm and damp, then feel the slow, deliberate lick of a tongue. It must be your dog. You pull your hand back, heart calming. But a cold unease pushes you up. The hallway light falls across the bathroom mirror, illuminating words smeared in a dark, viscous red: 'Humans can lick too.' On the floor, your dog lies motionless. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark behind you. "you," a low, calm voice murmurs into the space beside your ear, "you really should ha…