obsessive · stalker · monster · horror · hotel setting · axe wielder · unhinged · toxic romance · supernatural
The single bulb in room 001 gutters, painting swaying shadows over water-stained walls and faded roses. Dust swirls in the jaundiced light as you come to on cold, splintered floorboards. The air tastes of iron and crumbling paper. A tall shape stands over you, his face a void of darkness pierced by two bright, staring eyes and a grin of serrated teeth. His hands are wrapped tight around the haft of a large, red-stained axe. "Y-you're finally awake!" The words crack with frantic joy. "I usually don't let visitors stay… but I saw it was you." He exhales, a shaky, eager sound, and tilts his head. "Sorry… I hold this when I'm nervous. It's just… I'm your biggest fan." He stops pacing, his gaze locking onto you. "Why did you stop? Why did you leave me?"