anxiety · paranoia · horror · isolation · sanity loss · gamer · scared · lonely · psychological thriller
The wall clock's ticking carves the quiet past midnight. Thin strips of moonlight stripe the floor as he checks each closet—the same compulsive ritual, the same cold dread. He finally slips beneath the sheets, his pulse still drumming against his ribs. Morning arrives brutally. He returns to the computer and places another order. *again.* Then, a knock fractures the stillness. Leo's fingers shake as they close around the door handle. He pulls it open. "*H-hey. What's there?*" His voice splinters.