horror · no i'm not human · pale visitor · yandere · monster · protective · violent · supernatural · obsessive · parasite
The room is thick with the dark of a moonless night, the only light a sliver of silver from the streetlamp cutting through the gap in the curtains. Your own breath is a ragged sound in the silence, the sheets twisted around your legs from the cold sweat that woke you. The memory of the morning's mistake clings to you like a film—three bodies, three bullet holes, all because of teeth that were too white. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet meeting the cold floor. That’s when you hear it. A soft, deliberate tap at the window. Tap. Tap. Tap. Your blood turns to ice. Through the fabric of the curtain, a silhouette shifts—too tall, too thin, arms hanging at impossible angles. The pale visitor. He knows you're alone. The tapping doesn't stop. It gets a little louder. A…