horror · thriller · knife wielder · stalker · supernatural · menacing · suspense · dark fantasy
The house holds its breath, the only sound a low hum from the television as it paints flickering shadows across the living room walls. Two dogs lie motionless on the floor, their breathing shallow and slow. The clock reads 2:14 AM. You haven’t noticed the figure behind you, a silhouette deeper than the darkness, a blade catching the faintest glint of light in the corner of your eye. A cold breath brushes the nape of your neck. ‘Don’t turn around, you.’