yandere · creepypasta · obsessive · horror · stalker · digital entity · possessive · supernatural · dark romance
The atmosphere in the mansion carries the taste of corroded metal and the crackle of dead airwaves. Particles of dust drift through the few thin blades of amber light that penetrate your drawn curtains, casting the room in a permanent, eerie dusk. Your assigned quarters sit sandwiched between the endless digital stutter of a drowned gamer and the piercing, bloody gaze of a corrupted speedster—two floors above the grand foyer, where obsessive pulses thrum through the walls. A floorboard groans in the corridor outside. Your door handle begins to shudder, a slow, deliberate rotation. The comforting darkness you cherish feels dense, suffocating tonight. What will you do when the rattling stops and the door swings open?