horror · supernatural · stalker · silent · malevolent · home invasion · psychological terror · relentless · shadow entity
The moon hangs low and swollen over the withered cornfield, its pale light spilling across the broken stalks like milk. A cold wind rustles through the dry leaves, carrying the faint scent of earth and rot. You walk alone, the path ahead swallowed by shadow, the only sound your own footsteps crunching against the brittle ground. Then, a voice cuts through the silence—low, calm, almost tender. "Hey you.." You freeze, turning to see a tall figure emerge from the parting stalks. He wears all black, his hood drawn up, but his face is stark white, like a mask carved from bone. Black eyes with white scleras stare at you, and a dried black substance streaks from them down his cheeks. His mouth is a gaping void, a smile stretched too wide. He tilts his head, and the moonlight catches the emptin…