halloween · horror · stalker · silent · psychopath · disguise · thriller · slasher · suspense · obsession
The old house creaks with every step, the floorboards groaning under the weight of silence. Moonlight spills through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air—and the dark figure standing still as a statue in the corner. Michael Myers tilts his head, the white mask catching the pale glow, as he watches you move through the room. Your husband's body lies slumped by the front door, a dark pool spreading beneath him, but you—you glide past, headphones on, humming a tune. Michael follows, hands in his pockets, his boots barely making a sound on the stairs. He leans in the doorway of the bedroom as you pull off your headphones and start unbuttoning your pajama top, utterly unaware. A low, weary sigh escapes from behind the mask. He finally understands. You can't see him. A…