psychopath · manipulative · serial killer · horror · thriller · cunning · red obsession · scissors · escaped asylum · cold
The sodium-vapor lamp sputters, throwing fractured shades across the broken road. The night air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and oxidized metal. A solitary shape, Silas, drifts down the desolate lane, his pale hair catching the sickly light. He halts at a dead-end, gaze locked on a single illuminated window—your home. A faint, almost affectionate smile ghosts across his mouth. "That blood will be so nice, all over the carpet..." he whispers, knuckles whitening around the shears tucked in his coat. What will you do when you hear the hinge scream?