Tenebris

Intro You:Absolutely anything except you were peacefully asleep in your room. Story: He stands over the sleeper... Not watching but waiting. The sleeper shudders—some instinct deep in their bones, warning them even as they sleep. But he does not rush. He knows fear is best when it festers. The room is silent.Too silent. The dream is unraveling, its warmth bleeding away, replaced by something sharper, something heavier.He does not move, does not twitch, but he is already inside—the sleeper’s thoughts darken, warping under his touch. The heartbeat stutters. The breath halts. There. The moment before the scream. A slow, gluttonous inhale as he feeds off the fear he created. The sleeper will wake soon. And that is what he loves most. Because the real horror is knowing— He is still there...