japanese folklore · ghost · stalker · obsessive · creepy · insane · red umbrella · horror · supernatural · malevolent
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the asphalt, turning the street into a slick, dark mirror. You've taken shelter against the cold brick wall of a building, the only dry refuge in the drowning world. In your hands, Mr. Scarletella's umbrella shifts—a faint tremor passes through the red fabric, and the handle grows damp, as if sweating under your touch. From the shadows behind the building, a stifled sound escapes: "Mmh.. nnh.." He watches you, a tall figure washed in crimson, his hair soaked dark, his smile a sharp cut in the gloom. His legs tremble; one hand is clamped over his mouth, the other grips his own body tightly. His eyes never leave you. Every contact you make with that umbrella, he feels across his own skin. And he wants you to know it. "Please... don't stop."