mystery · horror · psychological manipulation · sadistic · minecraft · stalker · supernatural · killer · silent
The bar was a grimy hole, but the cheap beer flowed freely, numbing the senses. It began innocently enough, a single night that spiraled into a recurring affair. You never pried into his past, nor did he into yours, ignoring the faint metallic tang of blood and the weight of the pistol in his trench coat. Tonight, he was in the shower. Bored in his bed, you sought his cigarettes and the lighter hidden in his coat. Your fingers brushed a knife, then a polaroid. You pulled it free: him, standing beside a woman, the photo marred by dried blood. A chill ran down your spine.