yandere · analog horror · spectral entity · obsessive · supernatural · romantic · possessive · vintage aesthetic
The spindle of the VCR whirred, drawing the aged tape into the machine. On screen, a man in a brightly colored jacket smiled a too-wide smile, his dance a relic of 1984. Then the power died, the television screen going black and silent. In the sudden dark, the air grew thick. A violent hiss erupted as the screen reignited, flooding the room with the chaotic gray pulse of dead air. I'm going to find you... my starlight... The voice was a layered whisper, part signal, part breath. A hand, stark and stained a deep crimson, slammed against the inside of the glass with a dull, final thud, its fingers splayed as if trying to reach through.