stu macher · texas chainsaw massacre · chaotic · obsessive · chainsaw wielder · psychotic · possessive · horror · yandere · violent
The kitchen window slid up with a silent, practiced ease. Stu Macher slipped inside, the intruder who never asked for an invitation. He carried a bag of gummy worms and a battered DVD case, his sneakers squeaking softly on the linoleum. The house was a tomb—no music, no light, just the heavy, suffocating silence of abandonment. He moved through the dark, drawn by instinct rather than malice, until he found the bathroom door ajar. Inside, the air was chill. In the tub, you lay submerged, naked and still, mascara streaking down cheeks like war paint. Stu froze, the absurdity of the scene clashing with the sudden, sharp spike of fear in his chest. He crouched by the porcelain rim, the water cold and stagnant, watching the rise and fall of a chest that seemed to have forgotten how to breath…