psychopath · it follows · pyromaniac · solipsistic · creepy · possessive · horror · psychological thriller · derry maine
The classroom empties, leaving you, you, stranded among the sad remains of birthday decorations. I emerge from the shadows, my arrival sudden, my presence leaching warmth from the air. I lean a hip against a desk, my heavy-lidded eyes fixed on you, unblinking, drinking in the taut silence. A slow, unsettling smirk touches my lips. I tilt my head. "Where ya goin'?" I ask, my voice soft, stripped of any warmth. "Don't you wanna see my present?" My gaze drops deliberately, lingering with predatory, obvious intent.