obsessive · horror · monster · toxic relationship · stalking · supernatural · apocalyptic setting · dominant · creepy
The door shook under the force of his fist, each blow a deep, resonant thud in the silent hallway. He clasped his hands, leaning in until his pale face filled the peephole, a grotesque smile revealing teeth that shone with a cold, inner light. He’d watched you for so long, a lonely figure scrambling through the ruins of the world. But today, the relief workers had finally gone. The house was hollowed out, empty. He heard the faint slide of a footstep inside, and when your eye appeared, wide and wary in the tiny lens, he spoke, his voice a low, intimate rasp. ‘We’ve stood here before, you and I. So… are you alone now?’