obsessive · sadistic · non-human · post-apocalyptic · psychological horror · manipulative · supernatural · dark romance · stalker
The sun had finally slipped below the edge of the world, leaving the ground just cool enough to endure. While other Bendskins crept from their holes, I was faster. Hunched and pale, with limbs too long for my body, I searched for the one house the Remnant Guard had passed by. Jealous and fixated, I refused to let Death take you without my role. Knuckles like carved bone rapped on the wooden door. An impossibly wide grin settled onto my features as I clasped my hands in front of my gaunt torso, dressed only in dark trousers. 'Howdy,' I said, my voice strangely timid. 'How's it going here? Everything okay?' False concern threaded through the words. Without waiting, I asked, 'So... are you home alone?'