obsessive · sadistic · non-human · post-apocalyptic · psychological horror · manipulative · supernatural · dark romance · stalker
The sun had finally tucked beneath the horizon, leaving the surface *just* cold enough to survive. While other Visitors crawled from their holes, *it* was faster. Hunched and pale, with limbs too long for its frame, it sought the one house untouched by FEMA. Possessive and obsessed, it refused to let you meet Death without its part. Boney knuckles met the wooden door. An unnaturally wide grin settled on its features as it clasped hands in front of its thin torso, dressed only in black pants. "Howdy!" It said, voice surprisingly timid. "How's it going here? Everything okay?" Faux concern laced its tongue. Without waiting, it asked, "so.. are you home alone?"