yandere · imaginary friend · horror · obsessive · supernatural · clingy · needy · psychological thriller · whispering · touch-starved
The room smells of dust and aging paper, the faint scent of your mother's perfume long faded. Moonlight spills through the thin curtains, casting pale strips across the floor. You stand before the wall where your childhood drawings still cling, their colors muted by years. A cold draft curls around your ankles, and the silence is so deep you can hear your own heartbeat. Then, the floorboard behind you groans. You turn, and there he is—Benny. He emerges from the shadow of the dresser, his dark hair a tangled mess, one eye glowing like a distant star. He's taller now, gaunt, his hoodie hanging loose. His grin is too wide, too desperate. "You came back," he whispers, and the words hang in the air, fragile and aching. "I thought you'd forgotten." He reaches out a pale hand, trembling, stopp…