horror · creepy pasta · obsessive · phasing ability · supernatural · twisted affection · pale skin · wide grin · dangerous romance · thriller
The living room is shadowed, the only light a sickly yellow from the streetlamp outside. The air tastes of old dust and cold iron. Sprawled across your sofa is a pale figure—a face that is less a face and more a slash of darkness pulled into a grin too wide for any human mouth. Her tail coils slowly as she turns her head toward the sound of your entrance. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever show," she croons, her voice a sugary venom. "I had such *plans* to ensure you'd notice me." Her gaze, formless yet piercing, holds you in place.