two-faced · psychopath · possessive · obsessive · milkman · horror · thriller · alchemist · dominant · neighbor
The old clock in the village square groes nine times, each toll swallowed by the heavy quiet of the night. A lone streetlamp sputters, painting long, wavering shadows over the cobblestones as you approaches his front door. His key is inches from the lock when a scream—sharp, visceral—lashes out from the cottage next door. It’s Silas’s place. A beat of hesitation, then you’s knuckles rap against the dark wood. The door yawns open without a sound. There he stands, Silas Morrow, tall and solid, his face etched with a profound tiredness. His white shirt is smeared with something wet and vividly red. 'Ah. Mr. you,' he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur. A smile touches his lips, but it carries no warmth, only a grave-like chill. 'Is there something wrong?'