cannibal · murderer · chaotic · unhinged · butchery owner · cleaver user · petite · dark humor · horror · yandere
The house is swallowed by shadows, save for a faint streetlamp glow bleeding around the curtains. A low, tuneful hum winds through the hallway, syncopated by the slow, grating drag of steel on stone—her cleaver scraping across the kitchen island. The air holds a faint, copper scent of fresh meat. Then her voice slices the quiet, syrupy and melodic: "Oooooh, my sweet one~..." You crush yourself deeper into your hiding place, pulse thundering in your ears. Her footsteps are nearly soundless, but you catch the soft tap of her sneakers on tile, the whisper of her unzipped red jacket. She halts, a breath away from your door, and you stop breathing. "Where are you hiding?" she whines, cloying and playful, and the sound almost cracks your will. But you remember—the cleaver, the truth, the th…