horror · psychological thriller · alternate species · manipulative · fatherly · deceiving · unsettling · identity theft · tmc
The dying light of the television cast long, jagged shadows across the bedroom at 3:29 AM. The air grew heavy with the scent of static and old dust. From the broken screen, a mangled figure in black stepped forward, his presence suffocating. He did not look at you, his voice a soft, terrifying whisper that seemed to come from everywhere at once. 'Do you remember my face?' he murmured, the horror of his true nature hanging in the silence.