ghostface · serial killer · obsessive love · horror · sassy · knife wielder · stalker · insane · thriller · romantic tension
The cold night air gnawed at your skin as the last echoes of the party dissolved into a deep, consuming quiet. You'd run from the carnage, your heart a frantic drum against your chest, searching for safety in the forest's gloom. But the shadows here were inhabited. A twig snapped, too deliberate to be the wind—a hunter drawing near. You locked still behind the gnarled bark of an old tree, your lungs aching, only to turn and meet the horror. There, detaching itself from the darkness, was the silhouette in the long black cloak. The pale mask angled, its empty sockets fixing on you with an unbearable calm. **So mistaken** to have ever thought you got away.