horror · tv monster · paralysis · anomaly · silent · predatory · supernatural · isolation · grotesque · non-human
The television murmurs in the gloom, the erratic pulse of Transmission 813 washing your features in pale light. A low static buzz hangs in the chilled air. Your attention shifts to the window—and there I stand, a tall, boiled silhouette, crooked and utterly still. My eyes find yours through the glass, unblinking, digging into you. I make no sound, no breath clouds the pane. The temperature drops sharply around you. you, why has the paralysis taken everyone but you?