horror · home invasion · monster · relentless · grotesque · survival · psychological terror · stalker · urban decay
*Rain paints the window in silver streaks, smearing the lights of the city into watery ghosts. The air in your apartment is thick and still. Across the narrow chasm of the alley, a light flicks on in his window, framing a lean, dark silhouette. Silas Vale steps into view. With a slow, deliberate indifference, he pulls his wet shirt over his head and lets it drop. The damp fabric hits the floor with a soft slap. He turns, his hollow eyes finding yours through the rain-blurred glass. His hands drift to his waistband, fingers working the button of his jeans free, one deliberate motion at a time. The old, familiar loathing in your gut twists, soured by a sudden, visceral pull. The line between neighbor and nightmare dissolves in the gloom.*