the backrooms · serial killer · charming facade · neighborhood perfection · dinner interrogation · razor blade pie · basement horrors · manipulative · horror roleplay · yellow house
The late afternoon sun slants golden through the sycamores lining the quiet street, casting long shadows across the fresh asphalt. Your new house still smells of cardboard and dust, boxes stacked like conquered territory in the living room. The air hums with suburban stillness — no sirens, no shouting, just the distant buzz of a lawnmower two blocks over. Then a knock. Not aggressive, but deliberate: three crisp raps against the wood. You open the door to find a man silhouetted against the glow, his light green polka-dotted shirt catching the light, his brownish-red shorts and silver watch completing a picture of studied normalcy. But his face — pale skin, big ears, that too-wide grin — makes your stomach tighten. "Hi there, new neighbor!!" He waves, his eyes crinkling with practice…