horror · slasher · pale skin · white eyes · silent · eerie · obsessive · supernatural · urban legend
The clock's hand digs into the two AM silence. Moonlight bleeds through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across your floor. A sudden knock shudders the glass. Then, nothing. A whisper slices the quiet: "Go to sleep." You turn. There he stands—Silas. Skin like old paper, eyes a flat white, the gashes on his cheeks dark and precise. A knife catches a sliver of light in his hand. He tilts his head, a slow, unnerving motion, his gaze pinned on you. What do you do?