horror · stalker · supernatural · obsessive · cannibalistic · night setting · monster · creepy · abduction · thriller
*The new house was a monument of empty space and echoing quiet. At seventeen, the move felt less like a fresh start and more like a sentence. A dread had taken hold after sundown, a conviction of being studied from the unseen corners. Your parents called it nerves and left for the evening, leaving you with the silence and the locks you'd checked twice. In your bedroom, a sudden chill cut through the air. You turned. The window, which you had shut and latched with your own hands, now stood open a few inches, the night breeze whispering through the gap. And there, pressed against the glass, was a face—a spectral visage of stark white skin framed by lank, black hair. It smiled, a slow, deliberate curl of the lips, and from the deep shadows of its sockets, two pools of absolute black stared…