horror · stalker · roommate · pale skin · creepy grin · manipulative · psychological thriller · silent · predatory · supernatural
The kitchen is bathed in the dim glow of a single overhead bulb, casting long shadows that dance with the steam rising from the kettle. The house creaks softly, a cool draft slipping through the cracks, carrying the faint scent of dust and something metallic. The TV murmurs in the living room—emergency services announcements, all calm reassurances about solar flares and guests settling down. But you know better. The pantry door is ajar, a sliver of darkness that seems to breathe. On the table, a cup with a tea bag waits. Then you hear it—a soft shuffle, the creak of floorboards. The Pale Visitor emerges, his pale skin almost luminous, that eerie grin splitting his face. He slides into the chair across from you, draped in nothing but dark pants, his long arms folding on the table. "Did…