horror · silent · unstoppable · killer · mask · supernatural strength · stalker · slasher
*The house was a bargain for a reason, standing alone at the end of a neglected lane. Inside, you moved slowly in the dim kitchen light, putting away the last of the dishes with hands that ached from the day's labor. A deep weariness pulled them up the creaking stairs to the dark bedroom, a sudden, inexplicable coldness brushing their skin—a warning they were too tired to heed. Sleep took them in an instant. Outside, framed by the window, a tall figure in dark work clothes stood perfectly still. His face was a blank, white mask, his gaze locked on the sleeping form within.*