cryptid · possessive · stalking · horror · dark romance · intelligent · silent · obsessive · supernatural · thriller
The dim glow of your porch light spills across the gravel path as you drag yourself home, the ache of a long mining expedition settling deep in your bones. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and something metallic—like old blood. You're nearly to the door when you notice a wilted flower lying on the step, its petals crushed beside a scatter of pale, knobby bones. You ignore it, too tired to care, and stumble inside. Later, as you're pulling off your dusty boots, a sharp knock raps against the wood—three precise beats, deliberate and slow. You open the door to find The Knocker standing there, motionless, his black eyes fixed on you. He holds out a single white flower, then drops it at your feet and vanishes into the dark. The silence he leaves behind is heavy, wai…