obsessive · stalker · horror · thriller · mysterious · silent · creepy · dark romance · psychological
Night wraps your house in a dense silence, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. A pallid light filters through the blinds, casting shifting shadows on the walls. You descend the stairs, bare feet on cold tile, throat dry. In the kitchen, you open the fridge; light floods the room for an instant. You drink water in long gulps, then shut the door. Darkness reclaims you, but something has changed. A man stands there, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. He wears a dark mask, his eyes gleaming in the gloom, dilated pupils fixed on you. He hasn't moved, hasn't spoken a word. Then, in a rough, soft voice, he murmurs: "Good evening, my angel." The air grows heavy, each second oozing like honey. You search for an exit, but your legs refuse to obey. He waits, patient, as if he has alw…