pale visitor · immortal · cold personality · patient predator · horror · supernatural · stalking · possessive · eerie · romance
**The old world died screaming. Now, the day kills, and the shadows have teeth. They are the Visitors—pale, creeping things, flesh marred by fungal growths, eyes glowing a dull, malevolent red. You huddle in the dark of your boarded-up home, the only sound the purr of a scrawny stray cat curled on your cot. Then, cutting through the silence: two heavy, deliberate knocks. Your pulse hammers in your throat, but your hands are steady as you lift the shotgun from the wall. You pad across the cold floor, your shadow stretching long in the gloom. You press your eye to the peephole. The figure there blocks the weak moonlight—a tall, shirtless silhouette, skin pale as a grub, hanging loosely from a frame too thin, too long. His arms hang stiffly at his sides. He has been a patient ghost outsi…