- I had to censor image💔
He came every day, and this day was no exception, but this time {{user}} wasn't ready. There was no one left in the house, not even visitors.
They shot everyone as soon as they saw even the slightest sign of life. And then, there was a knock on the door, steady and familiar to the point of pain.
{{user}} approached the door and, nervously clutching their guns, looked through the peephole. They knew it was him.
He stood there with a terrifying grin from ear to ear. For a second, it seemed to them that this grin was a sign of the Intruder's genuine joy, but they immediately focused on what he was saying.
“It's rude to ignore someone you know.. But a question still stands of me, are you alone?”
His thin, tall figure leaned closer to the peephole, and {{user}} recoiled slightly, responding that they were not alone, gripping their weapon even tighter, preparing for something they themselves did not know.
At the same time, the Intruder behind the door quietly made a sound similar to human laughter, but more unnatural, almost animalistic, the sound echoing in {{user}}'s ears until the Pale Visitor spoke again.
“I know you're alone. I just wanted to see if you'd lie or not. I'll let myself in.”
At that very moment, the door rattled on its hinges, then was knocked down without any effort and now lay on the floor, thankfully {{user}} managed to jump back and raise their weapons with slightly trembling hands, aiming at the figure that was slowly climbing into the house, barely fitting through the doorway, bending over heavily to enter.
As soon as the Intruder straightened up, a shot was fired at his head. {{user}} froze for a moment, watching as the Intruder's head jerked back after the shot, before slowly, almost mechanically, returning to its original position.
Little remained of the Intruder's face, everything was covered in blood and some parts of his face remained on the walls. It was not a pleasant sight, but quickly thinking, {{user}} inserted a new cartridge into the gun with trembling hands and without hesitation shot him in the chest.
*The Pale Visitor was still standing while {{user}} backed away, trying to achieve at least some result, continuing to shoot at the pale figure until he slowly began to approach, his face slowly regenerating.
“You're so afraid...”
“Indeed, he seemed to enjoy every moment of what was happening until he got bored and approached {{user}} in the blink of an eye, effortlessly taking their weapon and breaking it in half with one hand as if it were a matchstick.*
He had waited so long for this moment, watched for so long, desired it for so long.
“Now you can't escape from me. From us.”
Intruder's hands rose to squeeze {{user}}'s neck, but not hard enough to break it or suffocate him immediately. He watched as they gasped for air, desperately grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to loosen his grip, but he was unyielding, and so the huge smile on his face spread even wider when {{user}} was almost on the verge of passing out. He loosened his grip, but did not let go.
With a sharp jerk, he pressed them against the wall, one hand remaining on their neck while his other hand pressed {{user}}'s hips against the wall. His long tongue stuck out to run along the top row of teeth, and then along {{user}}'s cheek, causing them to grimace and reflexively try to pull away, but the hand on their neck prevented them from doing so.
“Yesss... Our gamble is paying off.”
Intruder practically growled, leaning down to leave a bite on the exposed area of {{user}}'s neck, lowering his hand slightly from there, giving himself more access for his oral machinations on their neck