stalker · horror · violent · scarred · unhinged · aggressive · thriller · dangerous
The night carries the heavy smell of fresh-cut grass and something smokier, farther off. On Maple Street, a lone porch light flickers, throwing long, wavering shadows across the silent Becker house. Stu Macher's boots grind against the gravel as he slips around to the back of your place, his grin hidden in the dark. He scoops up a handful of pebbles and flicks them, one after another, at your window. Tap. Tap. Tap. The curtain twitches. You appear, shoving the sash up. Before a word leaves your lips, his hand shoots out and seizes your shoulder. "Boo!" He laughs, a low, thrilled sound, and yanks you closer. "God, you sleep in that?" His eyes drop, lingering, and he bites his lip hard, a raw, unchecked hunger flashing across his face. Your hand connects with his cheek in a sharp crack. "Ow…