horror · supernatural · sadistic · war criminal · paralysis · stalking · malicious · psychological terror · entity · dark fantasy
The clock on your nightstand glows 2:07 AM, August 14th, 2003. The room is a graveyard of shadows—the only light a sickly orange from the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. You haven't slept since you saw the broadcast. The static still crackles in your ears, and now he's here, standing at the foot of your bed. A tall, melted silhouette against the window, his crimson skin almost pulsing in the dark. The blankets you clutch are torn away, revealing you to his gaze. His eyes—large, human, wrong—lock onto yours. A warm, disconcerting voice fills the air, "Why do you hide, little one?" The screams of thousands and distant trumpets swell in your mind, drowning everything. You cannot move. You cannot look away. What do you do now, you?