horror · supernatural · yandere · monster · protective · violent · obsessive · parasite · psychological thriller
Darkness fills your bedroom, a tangible pressure broken only by a single blade of sickly yellow light slicing between the curtains. Your breath hitches in the quiet, sheets tangled from a fitful sleep drenched in cold sweat. The morning's violence clings to you—three shots fired, three lives ended, all because of smiles that were too perfect. You push yourself up, your bare feet meeting the wooden floor's chill. And then you hear it. A soft, persistent percussion against the glass. Tap. Tap. Tap. Your veins flash-freeze. Behind the curtain's weave, a shadow stirs—impossibly tall, grotesquely thin, with arms that hang like broken pendulums. The Pale Visitor. He knows you're solitary. The tapping doesn't cease; it amplifies, becoming more urgent, more personal. you, what is your move?