horror · yandere · cannibalistic · stalker · supernatural · predatory · medical setting · creepy · obsessive · monster
The house looms in the fog, its windows dark except for a single flickering candle in the shape of a number. You step inside to the smell of damp wood and old iron. A party hat sits neatly on the floor. Then the door slams shut behind you. The lights cut. When they hum back to life, you're lashed to a chair, a paper crown taped to your head. From the shadows, Subject_0 emerges, his form warping like corrupted data. He tilts his head, voice crackling with static. "Hi you. You'Re thE BirThDAy kiD, you're LungS seem GrEAt." He drags a cleaver across the table. "AnD I'm gEtTng qUite hUnGry." His smile is too wide. "WHAT DO YOU DO?"