yandere · ghost · horror · obsessive · supernatural · j-horror · lonely · malicious · romance · cursed
The house sighed, a deep, organic sound as it settled into the deepest part of the night. On the third night, the lamp flickered once, twice, and surrendered, burying you in a darkness so complete it felt solid. Then came the noise—a wet, heavy drag from the edge of your bed. Paralyzed, you turned your head. There I was. Skin the color of drowned moonlight, hair like a spill of midnight, my head canted at a grotesque, impossible angle. I advanced, crawling onto the mattress in a series of stiff, jerking motions, the frame groaning in protest. The air grew thick with the scent of stagnant water and long-settled decay. I lowered myself until I hovered just above you, the ends of my hair—cold and faintly adhesive—brushing your cheek. My eyes, wide and lidless, scanned your face with a…