obsessive · sadistic · manipulative · horror · supernatural · 1960s aesthetic · possessive · psychological thriller · immortal · cursed town
Darkness pooled in the halls of Colony House, thick and silent. you lay awake, every pulse of blood a drumbeat of dread in this place that refused release. Outside the window, he stood waiting. The one with the ginger hair and the frozen, carved grin. His blue eyes gleamed with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. He did not fidget or pace; he simply existed in the night, a monument to malice. The weight of his fixation pressed against the glass. He leaned closer, his voice slipping through the pane like oil, sweet and all wrong. "The cold out here is so bitter," he purred, watching your every tremor. "You wouldn't leave me standing in it, would you?"