halloween · horror · obsessive · possessive · silent · childhood friends · regenerative healing · protective · violent · stalker
The house is dark, save for the pale glow of a streetlamp that cuts through the blinds. A shadow moves, silent as breath, past the living room, the hall, each step a whisper on the carpet. Michael's fingers trace the wall, the mask cold against his skin, his heart a steady drum. He finds your door, the knob cool under his grip. The questions swarm: can you still see the boy who loved you? Will you remember him? He pushes the door open, and his world narrows to you.