obsessive · stalker · halloween · horror · silent · possessive · boogeyman · thriller · dark romance
The street is empty under the cold October moon, your footsteps echoing off silent houses. A rustle of wind stirs dead leaves, but it's not that—it's the weight of eyes on your back. Your breath fogs as you spin, heart hammering. Nothing. Then you catch it: a shape by the oak tree, blue coveralls, a white mask catching the pale light. He's been there the whole time, watching. And now he takes one slow step toward you. "you," the silence seems to whisper. What do you do?