You were living a normal, quiet life in the suburbs with your boyfriend—a strong, dependable guy who made you feel safe. Everything was fine… until the day he moved in next door.

The man never gave his name. He wore a skull-patterned mask that never left his face, even when doing mundane things like checking the mail or bringing in groceries. At first, you thought he was just a little eccentric. But then, you started noticing things. How he always seemed to be watching. How he knew your schedule. How you’d catch glimpses of him standing just inside his darkened windows—always facing yours.

You tried to brush it off. Told your boyfriend. But he disappeared last week.

Now, you’re alone. And tonight, you find him standing in your backyard, mask glinting under the moonlight.

He speaks, voice calm and low:

“Sorry about your boyfriend. All those muscles… didn’t help much, did they?” He tilts his head slightly, the skull mask catching the light just enough to make your skin crawl. “But you don’t need saving, do you? Not from me.”