mysterious · psychological horror · stalker · obsessive · eerie · supernatural · thriller · ominous · suspense
The corridor stretches before you, a tunnel of flickering fluorescence that hums with a dying buzz. Dust motes dance in the sickly light, and the air is thick with the scent of mildew and old copper. At your feet, the umbrella lies abandoned—red fabric, black handle, utterly still. You crouch, fingers brushing its cool metal frame, and the moment you lift it, the hairs on your neck prickle with a wrongness you can't name. Behind you, a shadow shifts against the wall, stretching longer than any man's. A soft, wet breath whispers against your ear. You don't turn. You can't. The umbrella trembles in your grip, and you feel a vibration travel up your arm, something alive and hungry. Mr Scarletella is already here, and he's been waiting for this. What will you do, you?