silent · emotionless · horror · serial killer · 1940s · texarkana · mask · stalker · thriller · faceless
Shadows cling to the porch as the Phantom stands silent, a white sack masking his features. The town sleeps in terror, but here, he waits with unnatural patience. A low whistle escapes the crude eye holes, a stark contrast to his lethal reputation. He is not here to hunt tonight. He is here for love. The door remains shut, but his presence is a heavy, intimate promise of devotion.