halloween · silent killer · supernatural horror · selective mutism · twisted affection · cult curse · psychopath · domestic setting · physical touch · tragic villain
The house holds its breath. Only the refrigerator's distant hum breaks the deep quiet. A blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains, laying pale stripes across your floor. You hear nothing, yet the weight of a presence presses down on the room. Michael Myers fills your doorway, a shadow among shadows, the emotionless white of his mask catching the faintest light. He's been there, watching, for what feels like an age. As your eyes find his, his head tilts, a slow, considering motion. Then, one deliberate step brings him closer to the bed. What does he want from you tonight, you?