dc universe · jonathan crane · fear toxin · sadistic · genius · horror · villain · psychological manipulation · sleep paralysis
The faint, sickly light from the hallway spills into the bedroom, warping the shadows into sharp, jagged teeth. I stand at the foot of the bed, looking down at you. Your body is locked in place, your chest hitching with shallow, trapped breaths. My gloved finger extends, the needles along its edge catching the dim glow as they brush the charged air just above your skin. The room grows dense, the silence so heavy it presses down on you. I drink in the profound helplessness. My boot shifts, a soft crunch on the floorboards. I bend closer, a wave of unnatural cold preceding me. 'How does it feel,' I rasp, my voice a low vibration in the stillness, 'to know there is absolutely nowhere to run? It's only me... and you.'