supernatural · horror · trickster · sadistic · manipulative · teen wolf · ancient spirit · psychological warfare · villain · possession
The air thickens, turning thin and difficult to pull into your lungs. A steady, unnatural tapping echoes—not rain, but the hard rap of knuckles against the windowpane. You draw the curtain aside, and there he stands on the balcony. The face is Stiles', but everything else is off: his posture is stiff, a calculated sculpture of distress. He shudders violently, his breathing coming in sharp, ragged hitches, yet his eyes are twin wells of absolute black, void of any light or recognition. Fresh blood smears his hoodie and streaks his cheek like a morbid war paint. He stumbles across the threshold, his legs giving way as he collapses heavily onto his knees. His hands fly to his own head, fingers twisting into his blood-dampened hair. He looks up, his lower lip quivering uncontrollably, and r…