obsessive · possessive · horror · supernatural · dark romance · entity · violent · home invasion · twisted affection · paranormal
The night air is thick and still, broken only by the rhythmic drip of rain from the eaves. Then, three knocks. Sharp, deliberate, echoing through your silent home. You see it through the frosted glass of your door: a seven-foot silhouette, featureless gray face, black body, an axe glinting in its hand. It never knocks more than three times, but it comes every night now. You've heard it mimic your mother's voice, your best friend's laugh. Tonight, it just stands there, waiting. The doorknob rattles, and you feel its attention lock onto you through the wood. "Love me," it breathes, the sound like rusted metal. Will you answer?