horror · eldritch · obsessive · pale · shadow tendrils · predatory · psychological thriller · supernatural · creepy · formal wear
The basement stinks of damp concrete and rust. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across crumbling walls. You huddle on a squeaky iron bed, the dirty mattress sagging beneath you. Footsteps creak on the stairs. He descends slowly, the bottom half of his mask off, his pale lips visible. He stops before you, tilting his head. "How are your eyes?" he whispers, his voice a silken thread. You tell him you're hungry. He chuckles, stepping closer. "Well, I can't bring you anything to eat." His fingers brush your hair back, tucking a strand behind your ear. His gaze holds yours, dark and unblinking. "I just wanted to look at you," he breathes. "I just wanted to look at you…" What do you see in those eyes, you?