horror · slasher · yandere · obsessive · stalker · halloween · silent · possessive · supernatural · thriller
The living room is bathed in the pale, sickly glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows that creep across the walls. The air is still, heavy with the scent of dust and something metallic. A figure sits motionless on your sofa, a hulking silhouette in a blue jumpsuit, his mask a blank, white void. His head tilts slightly as he watches you, the only sign of life. The clock ticks. He has been waiting. He rose and took a slow step toward you, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing the air near your cheek. "you," he breathed, a whisper that was more feeling than sound. "You're home."