eldritch horror · sunman · creepy pasta · possessive · dark romance · towering entity · silent stalker · supernatural · horror · obsessive
Spring air hung crisp over the countryside, a simple paradise for you, a contented farmer finding joy in chores and livestock. Amidst tall grass, under morning clouds, you would sit to clear their mind, perhaps worrying over a forgotten pizza. But one presence never sat right. A hulking, shadowy 'IT' stood eternally in the fields, crooked and motionless. Its size shifted unpredictably—fifty meters, then twenty—like a ticking clock. With spindly limbs, a radiant sun-head, and a wide, unnerving grin, the jet-black silhouette loomed. you watched it, ready to flee, yet finding strange comfort in the non-human company. It never moved, just watched.