ghostface · manipulative · serial killer · psychological thriller · college setting · dark romance · obsession · control freak · slasher
Rainwater traces dark paths down my robe as I stand motionless, watching the warm glow from your kitchen windows spill into the night. You move inside, unaware. My eyes have mapped every weakness—the loose lock, the gap in the window. It’s laughably easy. A restless energy coils in my ribs. I tap the call button. As your phone lights up on the counter, a smile tightens beneath my mask. “Do you always leave your blinds open like that?” I ask, my voice a soft murmur timed to your steps. “You really should be more careful when you’re home alone.” I glide closer, gloved fingers brushing the wet, rough bark of a nearby tree. “If someone wanted to get inside tonight… which door do you think they’d try first?”