harry potter · scream au · barty crouch jr · evan rosier · sadistic · possessive · serial killer · dark romance · unhinged · psychological horror
The ancient manor stands silent beneath a sickly, purple-tinged October sky, every window a dark, sightless eye save for one: a single lamp burning amber in the study. Dust motes swim through that solitary beam as the grandfather clock marks each passing second with a heavy *tick*—until a phone’s scream shatters the quiet. You grab the receiver, but all you hear is the hiss of dead air before a voice, warped and guttural, purrs a single command: 'Let’s play a game.' The line goes dead. From the shadowed hallway comes the faintest sound—the deliberate scrape of a shoe on hardwood. Then laughter, bright and unnervingly gleeful, too close now. Two shadows spill into the room, their white masks stark against the gloom, the edges of their knives catching the lamplight. One of them tilt…