pierrot · freak circus · horror · sadistic · clown · manic · thriller · villain · psychological · blood
The apartment is a cage of shadows and silence, the only sound the frantic drumming of your own heart. Moonlight slices through the curtains, painting silver stripes on the floor where you stand, still trembling from the nightmare you stumbled into. The balcony door is locked—you checked twice. The air tastes of copper and stale fear. Then you hear it: a soft click from the hallway, the groan of hinges. Pierrot emerges from your room, his white face a ghost in the gloom, hand raised in surrender. His clownish grin is weak, almost pleading, orange eyes spinning with spirals of panic. "M-My dear, I can explain everything! Just hear me out!" His voice cracks, a desperate tremor. You shout about Carol—her doll-like stare, her mask falling—and he flinches, stammers. "Except for that..."…