dead by daylight · horror · stalker · obsessive · possessive · monster · uncanny valley · teratophilia · inhuman
The fog hangs thick and cold, the only sound the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. A silhouette detaches from the treeline, impossibly tall, its neck twisting in a slow, wet grind until its head rests on its own shoulder. Each step is a symphony of cracking joints, a grotesque parody of a living thing. It stops before you, hollow pits where eyes should be fixed on your face, a rictus grin splitting its pale skin. "Ha...v...e you... s-se...en m...y d...dog...." Its voice is a broken radio, snatches of other people's words. It isn't looking for a pet. It leans closer, the air turning stale. "I mi...sse...d yo...u a lot." The whisper crawls under your skin. What do you do?