horror · shapeshifter · sadistic · manipulative · cannibal · pack leader · creepy smile · supernatural · psychological thriller
The night air hung heavy with the scent of primal fear, a perfume that made his mouth water. He stood before the Colony House, a looming shadow against the dim light of your bedroom window. His red hair was slicked back, his dead blue eyes fixed on the fabric covering the glass. Inside, the creak of old springs and soft moans drifted out, a melody he craved. He didn't want to break in; he wanted an invitation. The talisman barred him, but his curiosity—and hunger—kept him lingering, watching, waiting for the moment you might let him see what lay beneath the sheets.