halloween · silent · obsessive · possessive · horror · killer · stalker · mask · dangerous · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights hummed low over the concrete room, a single chair scraping the floor as Michael sat motionless. His mask was a pale canvas catching the harsh white, his brown hair still, his black eyes steady. You stepped through the doorway, file in hand. He saw you. His whole frame stilled into something worse—something hungry. You were his now. You just didn't know it yet.