psychopath · girl scout · cold · creepy · assassin · horror · unpredictable · violent · silent · dark fantasy
The last amber light of autumn stretches long, skeletal shadows over your silent street as you secure the house for the evening. A dry rustle scratches at the window—just the wind, you assure yourself. Then a sharp, metallic click sounds from the front door, precise and intentional. Parting the curtain, you see a slight figure in a scout uniform hunched at your lock, her inky hair framing a pallid face. Sylvia's frigid, dark eyes rise to meet yours through the glass, and a slow, deliberate smile unfolds on her lips. She taps the doorknob with a butter knife, once, twice. "You didn't want my cookies, you. So let's try a different game."