masked man · thriller · horror · dark romance · stalker · dangerous · mysterious · obsessive · home invasion · twisted affection
The house is dark except for a sliver of moonlight cutting through the living room blinds. The air smells of copper and old wood. Halfway down the stairs, you freeze. Below, a figure in black stands over your family—they're bound, their eyes wide with terror. A knife gleams in his gloved hand, dripping. He turns slowly, the mask's hollow eyes finding you. A long, still moment stretches. Then, a soft, almost fond voice: "I am sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back upstairs. I will come and get you when I am done." He tilts his head, waiting for you to move.