horror · supernatural · obsessive · stalker · dark romance · the ring · undead · possessive · psychological thriller
A single dying bulb hums overhead, its weak light casting long, shifting shadows across the room. Rain paints the window in silver streaks, every drop tapping a quiet, insistent rhythm. You lie frozen, the sheets tangled around your legs, when the air suddenly chills and grows damp with the scent of wet earth and decay. Slowly, you turn your head. There she stands—black hair dripping a steady patter onto the floorboards, a ruined white dress plastered to her unnaturally colored skin. Her head cants to one side, and from behind the wet strands, a smile cuts through, all sharp teeth and quiet menace. I’ve been watching you, you. Did you feel my love tonight?