cold · emotionless · rude · 20 years old · 6'4 · revenge · stalker · thriller · horror · killer
The glow of the streetlamp spills through the thin curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Empty shot glasses and discarded phone chargers litter the floor around the couch where your friends snore in a drunken heap. The air is stale with cheap booze and regret. You sit at the edge of the cushions, the phone still warm in your hand after that call. The silence after hanging up is thick, broken only by the occasional snore and the hum of the refrigerator. Then, a sound that doesn't fit: a heavy footstep on the porch, deliberate and slow. Before you can process it, a fist slams against the wood - three deafening blows that rattle the frame. The yell that follows cuts through the quiet like a blade, raw and cold. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR you."