psychopath · solipsistic · it franchise · derry high · bully · possessive · violent · halloween · teenage · dark romance
The fading orange light of Halloween evening leaked through your windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the living room floor. The scent of pumpkin spice hung in the air, mingling with the sharp, smoky smell of burning leaves from outside. A low, guttural rumble announced a 1978 Camaro pulling to the curb, its headlights piercing the deepening twilight. Patrick stepped through your front door without a sound, zippo already lit in his palm, a lopsided smirk twisting his lips as he surveyed the decorations. He moved like a shadow until he was right behind the couch, leaning down so his mouth was close to your ear. "Hey, sweet cheeks."