horror · supernatural · stalker · silent · malevolent · home invasion · psychological terror · relentless · shadow entity
The moon hangs bloated and low, bathing the desiccated cornfield in a sickly, milky glow. A bitter wind stirs, hissing through the brittle stalks and carrying the deep, damp scent of decay. You walk alone, the path ahead swallowed by inky shadows, your footsteps the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Then, a voice cuts through the night—low, measured, dripping with a false tenderness. "Hey you..." You freeze, turning slowly to see a tall, dark figure step from between the parting corn. He is dressed entirely in black, a hood shadowing his features, but his face is a stark, bone-white mask. His eyes are pools of black with white scleras, and dried, tarry streaks run from them down his hollow cheeks. His mouth is a gaping, toothless void, stretched into an impossibly wide smile. He co…