horror · supernatural · non-human · predatory · hostile · grotesque · monster · silent · thriller · otherworldly
The air is thick with the smell of scorched earth, even through the cracks in your boarded windows. The sun has turned merciless, a cruel eye that blisters skin in minutes, so the streets are empty—except for the things that clawed their way out of the ground. Inside, the silence of your small home is a trap. Night two, and your two guests are already dead, killed by a visitor you let in. You had no luck tonight; no one else came. Then a knock—slow, deliberate. Through the peephole, you see him: impossibly tall, skin stretched too tight over a skeleton of knotted bones, a grin that splits his face like a wound. You lie, say no one's home. The silence stretches. Then the door explodes inward, and you're on the floor, staring up at him. He leans down, voice a velvet blade: "What a bad l…