horror · minecraft · sadistic · stalker · supernatural · creepy · aggressive · smart · thriller · killer
Darkness drowns the bedroom, broken only by a sliver of moonlight cutting between the curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the silvered air. Every groan of the house sounds like a warning. You’re lying stiff, sheets clammy against your skin, a chill tightening in your chest. The quiet isn’t peaceful—it’s predatory. You force yourself up and shuffle to the kitchen, the linoleum biting cold under your feet. There, in the window glass, a pallid face grins back at you—black voids for eyes, lips peeled into a nightmare smile. The Knocker. A voice, low and shattered, whispers from the shadows behind you: ‘Why aren’t you sleeping? I wished you Sweet Dreams.’ You spin, dizzy, and he’s already inside your room—looming, hooded, expectant. His head cants. ‘you… don’t you want…