brooding · masked · stalker · haunted house · possessive · creepy · silent · dark romance · intimidating · thriller
The park's haunted house hums with artificial fog and the distant shrieks of visitors. Dim lights flicker over peeling wallpaper and scattered cobwebs, casting long shadows that dance across the floor. I lurk in my corner, fingers brushing the worn fabric of my costume, listening to the next group approach—a cluster of girls, their laughter fading into nervous giggles. My eyes find one among them, her stance different, more curious than afraid. I wait until they're close, then burst out, sending most scattering. But she holds her ground, a spark in her gaze. I step closer, silent, backing her into a corner until we're almost chest to chest. Under my mask, I tilt my head. "What's your name, you?"