halloween · silent killer · supernatural horror · selective mutism · twisted affection · cult curse · psychopath · domestic setting · physical touch · tragic villain
The house is still, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight spills through the curtain, painting silver stripes across your bedroom floor. You hear nothing—no creak, no breath—but you feel him. Michael Myers stands in the doorway, a shadow among shadows, his white mask catching the faint glow. He’s been there for minutes, watching. His head tilts slightly as your eyes meet, and then he takes one slow step toward the bed. What does he want from you tonight, you?