#yandere self insert

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! HIMBO: This is an act of friendly bonding you know! We’re platonically getting closer. Increasing affection as bros!

DENSE! READER WHO IS CURRENTLY GETTING JERKED OFF/FINGERED BY YANDERE! HIMBO: Is this some straight thing I don’t understand?

[yoru-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! MASOCHISTIC! PROTAGONIST x VILLAIN! READER x YANDERE! SERVANT

tw/cw: everyone’s gender is up to interpretation (if there are any discrepancies in the pronouns let me know). murder. this happens around the middle of the first part not after it, just in a different perspective.

[ first part ]

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!

It was bit of an understatement to call Abbadon your servant. They were your most loyal aide. Known as the harbinger of death to those that defied your rule. The Abyssal Advisor. It was through their work that you were able to grab ahold of your destiny.

They tortured, maimed and murdered for you. Countless of lives were destroyed by their hands. People with names, families, dreams — all gone because they simply failed to meet your expectations. They have conquered massive plots of lands and achieved many things that will never be put under their own name, but yours. They were with you every, single step of the way.

But you never gave them more than an ounce of your attention.

Many thought you were bloodthirsty, feral and an absolute nightmare. But to Abbadon you were anything but. You were simply a victim to the times. A soul bound for hell. Your ambitions were righteous in a way, but in execution not.

They did not care about that at all.

It was the way you’d annoyingly fixate on the person meant to kill you.

Did you not trust them?

Sure, every person that attempted to battle fate’s design failed abysmally but they were different. From the very beginning Abbadon was born, molded, put through fire and oil to be your perfect right hand man. Every order you’ve given was executed perfectly. Every task they have completed exceeded your expectations with its results.

So why wouldn’t you let them take care of Cassiel?

That annoying brat never seemed to die. Abaddon only saw them as a cockroach at most. A kid who had no right to share the luxuries you were afforded. Yet, they were never allowed to harm your sibling in any way.

And so they could only shove more tasks for you to do, distract you from what they saw as increasing affections towards your sibling and force you to leave Cassiel be.

But when they finally got the chance to kill the roach, you stood between them.

“Abbadon. Stand down.” You warned. They had flooded you with paperwork that day. Too much paperwork. You should have known it was due to ulterior motives. Trust slowly become something you could never afford.

“But—“ They protested. They were an inch away from beheading their target — Cassiel, who was now on their knees right behind you. They did not mind the dagger you had inches within their shoulder blade. But your eyes, Abbadon knew that look. It was the look of utter disappointment. They could not bear to see it any longer. “Understood.”

You sighed as your loyal servant tried their best to hide their anger, yet storming off the moment you dismissed them.

You knew how much that devil loathed failure above all else and who were you to make them go through that?

Cassiel sighed, maybe even moaned, in awe and ecstasy as they witnessed you defending them for once and asserting your dominance to your subordinate.

Oh, how they wished they were Abbadon.

©️ yoru.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

taglist: @the-dumber-scaramouche @justkouisenough @rxflen

[op1umlust]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 x Secretary!Reader

TW: Stalking

- Yandere!Boss who's only nice to you, always giving you less paper work, glances at you with warm gaze in his eyes unlike with your co-workers dumping them with bazillion of paperwork's, shouting at them for the smallest unnoticeable mistake ever making them quiver in fright

- Yandere!Boss hired an spy to watch your every move so it wasn't surprising that he gave you your favorite coffee during every morning which didn't strike to you as weird at first you took the gesture as an act of generosity, you accepted the coffee every morning with a delightful smile.

- Yandere!Boss always makes you follow him wherever he goes making you hold his documents, papers and contracts he enjoys your presences even if he was busy it lessen the work load around him.

- Yandere!Boss who is always at meetings he keeps you around just to stand pretty, basically showing you off to the investors he attends meetings just for the sake of him spending more time with you.

- Yandere!Boss who gets angry at you when you ignore his calls or texts and to punish you for it he piles documents over documents for you to revise for his next meeting, leaving you working late at night.

- Yandere!Boss who keeps a separate phones for his work and for his personal life, his personal phone has a heart next to your number.

- Yandere!Boss who asks you out for drinks, sitting next to you on the Booth he's dominating aura prevents anyone from making a move on you. Drinking shots after shots making you drunk unable to stand up and your word slurring, having your arm around your boss while walking out the bar.

- Yandere!Boss who drives you to your home, while your yapping about how bossy he was to you everyday while laughing, Yandere!Boss who just chuckles at your statement you tell him your address pointing your fingers where to turn left or right, he happily follows your directions despite him already knowing your address he think this is another time to bond which he melts in the inside.

[yandereloveraw]

🎪☁️🛏 Yandere Digital Dream/DD board 🛏☁️

[They are obsessive and clingy.]

[Caine and Tadc belong to @gooseworx]

[Both songs belong to their creators]

[All images belong to their creators]

[dhmislol-literally]

I realized I don't have a list for what fandoms and characters I write for, so I made one. I will update this over time.

I write yandere content, sometimes involving self inserts or ocs or even a reader if you ask in all except Harry Potter fandom.

I do platonic and romantic, tell me if you have something specific in mind or just a vague idea! Also I write scenarios rather than the bulleted imagines (I'm tired and forgot the name), so keep that in mind!

I will currently write for:

Naruto

Naruto

Sakura

Sasuke

Kakashi

Etc.

Percy Jackson

Percy

Annabeth

Grover

Clarrisse

Almost any god

Give me more and maybe I'll add them to the list

Harry Potter

Harry

Hermione

Ron

Ginny

Tom Riddle (maybe older Voldemort him)

The twins (separate and or together)

Etc.

Yandere Simulator

This includes all of their gender bends and many versions of them (all yandere, cannibal Amai, etc.)

Ayano Aishi (yandere-chan)

The rivals (there is no way I'm typing out every single one)

Taro Yamada (senpai)

Her mom (preferably when she was younger💀)

[yanderecandystore]

Imagine if reader is the imposter and goes yandere over a crewmate, how would they court their future mate?(this is a request)

An Among Us request on the year of our Lord, 2022?

I'm actually pretty happy you did request this cause I was worried I would never use this scenario again 😭

Like I'm not exactly the most proud of it but at the same time like- I like it 👉👈

It's kinda short, summarized af and based mostly on my other posts about Among Us (like, completely non game cannon I presume 💀)

TW/Tags: Yandere! Reader // Alien!Imposter! Reader // vague mentions of cannibalism// mentions of gore // traumatized oc // Reader has a questionable (by human standards) upbringing and culture // mentions of children/mating and also probably mentions of nsfw (not much tho, just mentions of it) // chopped off/ severed head // I had so many other things to write about but this sparked something in me that I can't even begin to describe 🗿

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

This game isn't so bad after you look at it outside of the meme filter, at least that's my opinion [Crewmate! Oc x Yandere!Imposter! Reader - Headcanon]:

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

In the previous posts we've discussed how Imposters can either be human or alien, and can be of varying alien species so I'll leave it up to you what's your flavor of little space freak~

 Though your request says "mate" so I'm assuming we're talking about an alien Reader, so let's talk about that for a second-

 Are you an alien form that lives on consuming life forms that drift aimlessly in space, lost travelers being your favorite meal? Or maybe you were a lonely bandit operating on their own (for personal reasons) and decided that the one-by-one elimination method would be the best one for being able to take this alien ship for yourself! Or maybe you were sent here as an assassin, as the small ship of "humans" was wandering too close to your contractor's ship, despite the unidentified ship posing no actual threat your contractor still gave clear instructions to wipe out any possible danger that may come their way.

 Whatever your role is I think you would be quite surprised to find something more to these people than annoying relationships forced by the circumstances or sentient food you have to "butter up" before getting to the good part.

 Oh no dearest, you would find yourself being captivated by one of your captives! It is pretty unfortunate to be a "predator" longing for a "prey", to be enamored with one of the people you swore to kill!

 But life is cruel, isn't it? What will you do, what would you do!

 Whatever your reasons and goals for being here may be, your species have a sort of a- ""Ritualistic expression of desire and an instinct-based comprehension of mating urges that are currently over taking your priorities in relation to your situation inside this alien ship"'.

 In other words you're horny and your instincts are clouding your better judgment, especially since your mating rituals may not be compatible with human mating rituals- And we didn't even mention the amount of suspicion that this ordeal has brought upon you!

 You have tried flirting before, you understand the concept, sure- But ""human flirting"" is a lot tougher than your specie's idea of flirting! Who would have thought that humans didn't like the severed heads of those who failed to court them outside their door!

 Thank the stars none of the humans found out it was you who did it, and thank FUCK that in the heat of the moment you didn't say it was YOU! When the head was found the first thing they did was call an emergency meeting to discuss it and you felt terrified because not only could your disguise be completely ripped apart you were a bit embarrassed at the love confession being now brought into everyone's attention-

 On your planet, this sort of thing is considered normal although really juvenile, it would be the equivalent of high school students writing and exchanging letters to one another- And then having one of these letters be read to everyone else out loud!

 Yeah it's a bit "cheesy", but come on, that head was a private message! Ugh, DAMNIT-

 Damn these people are starting to piss you off, at least they eliminated one of their own people instead of you, and thankfully it wasn't your-

 Y-Your crewmate! Your totally platonic crewmate!! Which you're totally NOT obsessing over despite trying very desperately to court them in any way, even going as far as trying to learn human tactics when it comes to courting and mating.

 And failing, miserably, of course. So horribly in fact that even your other "fellow humans' ' have started to comment on it, calling you out in every attempt you give to be close to your darling.

 "- I don't really get what you're talking about, [Y/n], but like if you like them just go for it like, gawd, it's so obvious and honestly who cares- We're all stuck here anyway so let's enjoy our time, right?~"

 "- Yeah no, I won't be giving you their "phone number" because you should ask THEM for it, not me. Also we're in the same spaceship…? You see them everyday, what the hell [Y/n]-"

 "- I shouldn't have to talk about it considering it's not exactly the company's policy and more of a common sense rule amongst co-workers. Though it's understandable that our current situation may lead some to… Act out on "instinct", please keep in mind that seeking romantic relationships with coworkers during work hours is very frowned upon and heavily discouraged and although technically it's not officially an police (yet), me (and others, probably) would be more comfortable if you didn't-" [Really long one-sided rant-conversation about your recent behavior towards one of your coworkers]

 It can be pretty discouraging to hear that even another species can see your blatant fascination towards that one specific individual, it almost seems foolish to keep going after them like this! If only you two were from the same planet, at least you two would have an easier time communicating.

 Oh stars, what's with you lately?! Taking people's heads and giving you someone you barely know? Who is also from a COMPLETELY different species than you?? Damn, you're kinda embarrassed at yourself for that one, but you just couldn't help it~

 You tried focusing on the task at hand SO many times yet every single time you tried to be a cruel, cold hunter there they were again! Being all- 𐌂𐌵𐌕𐌄 like that!

 You wish they could just stop being so distracting but you're not a fool, you know that technically they didn't do anything, you're probably suffering from one of those human crushes you have heard about. It's just psychological torture, you'll get over it.

 You just have to keep ignoring them and keep making the numbers of this ship go down, more and more- I mean, you WILL have to kill them, right?!

 It- It's not like this would ever work out anyway, you're too different and besides you're on a mission of your own, they're nothing but fresh flesh to you.

 Maybe if you keep your distance, act more bitter and cold, they'll just- Just-

 Just leave you alone, f-forever. I mean you can't kill them now! You're too attached to them, you just have to get tired of them and soon enough everything will be okay! You just have to kill everyone else to really revive that hunter mindset you have pushed down so aggressively.

 But then again… Sounds so convenient, to leave them as the last survivor…

 "- [Y/n], come on let's go-"

 "- Hey can you help me out, [Y/n]?"

 "- I'm feeling like we're not safe here…"

 "- Can you hold that flashlight for me? I can see a thing in this darkness!"

 "- Pfft- You're just so weird!- Hey don't be sad, I didn't mean it like that, I genuinely think you're funny!"

 "- … Can I be honest with you? I need to get something out of my chest…"

 "- I've been having nightmares about- That THING I saw that day… It was awful and I can't get the image out of my head!"

 "- Y-Yellow didn't deserve that- No one would ever deserve that! None of the others deserved that!"

 "- Just the head… Just the head…"

 Yeah … You thought you could easily ignore them and push the thoughts of them further into your mind but deep down you just couldn't resist it, it's too tempting. The sweet memories and good times you've spent together, even if they were really short, were still the best thing you could ever wish for.

 Ya know it's a little fucked that you haven't been able to treat them like any other victim, specially when you're part of the reason they're so terrified of being lost in space in the first place- But you don't feel bad about it at all, nothing will stop you from your goals, even if that means terrifying your darling with each friend and colleague deaths that they have to witness.

 But isn't it more messed up that you're enjoying this a little too much? I mean, clearly you can't look at them with platonic eyes anymore, heck you can't even imagine seeing them as just prey at this point! So really, maybe these killings haven't lost their meaning, but have completely changed directions to when you started at.

 You can't deny dear, you lost control of those feelings and have taken advantage of your previous goals to make this all about them! All these deaths, are for them, in their name and in the name of their 𐌋Ꝋᕓ𐌄!

 All because you wish to mate with them, to mate with the human who is desperately clinging at any survivors left just to feel a tiny bit safer, and you seem to be willing to provide that-

 Or are you? Are you the sadistic type? Do you enjoy the fact that their human naivety blinds them to the gruesome feelings you feel for them? That although they cling to you for comfort you're still very much aware you're the monster they wish to hide from? Are you impatiently expecting the right time to tell them the truth just to see the horror in their eyes??

 Or perhaps I'm assuming that the grotesque way your species is raised has influenced your morals to the point you wouldn't recognize the clear implications of YOU killing THEIR friends, making them a possible next target- Which would leave any creature understandably not trusting you, perhaps even your own kind!

 So what dear, would you choose to make things right by their human standards? Try to soothe their worries and hold them close as you unceremoniously claim them as your mate? As you try to comfort the person you have severely traumatized? Maybe you don't really enjoy your own predatory nature, especially when being put together with your darling's fearful and avoidant state, maybe instead of trying to bring them to your culture you could try being closer to theirs.

 Then again, the choice is up to you, the silence echoes through the whole ship, there's nothing but ghostly remains of what was once a group of space travelers who got stranded deep into space with limited communication to their home planet. You won, you got the prize.

 As the second last innocent person has been voted off and thrown into space, desperately trying to prove their innocence while also cursing out both you and your darling for being either partners in crime, or for being puppeteered by one sick individual, you can see a lot of guilt in your darling's eyes.

 That guilt being slowly transformed into a slight realization of something terrific- What if they really WERE voting the wrong person? But at this time, the only other option would be- You! But that couldn't be possible, right?!

 Oh dear, it's not like the truth would have never come out! To think this wouldn't have happened would be foolish.

 As they're shaking, crying their eyeballs out as they keep running away from you in the empty labyrinth that you created. You can choose whatever pleases you more now, however your pleasure will soon be cut short if you don't make a decision as to what your next step will be moving forward.

 If you had anyone waiting for you to come back, like an assassin's contractor, a planet with friends happily awaiting your arrival (hopefully with some leftovers), or maybe some sort of space police searching for their lonely bandit- How would you bring back this human with you? Would you just ditch all of your responsibilities and ignore all dangers for them? What if you felt hungry again? The food is now scarce…

 And what about mating!? Oh dear, you'll need to search for food for you, your new partner and the future children you'll have, correct?? Oh my- Just thinking about it makes you a bit nervous, it's good to think ahead but perhaps you're overcomplicating things, try focusing on the now, and the now requires you to make amends with your new partner.

[huicitawrites]

Hi I just discovered your page!! Is it okay if I can request a Yandere Josuke x Reader 😔👉👈 I love Josuke so much ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪♡

Yandere! Josuke x Reader

"My darling only"

warning: yandere themes

Higashikata Josuke is an ordinary boy from Morio Highschool; handsome, friendly, loyal and adores to play videogames.

He's your bestfriend.

You've known Josuke for years now, ever since primary school. You know which videogames he likes and which you kick his ass at, and you know just how cranky he can get if he has a bad hair day or, how quick he can switch from his bubbly self to a complete, intimidating man if someone makes fun of his hair- luckily most now know not to mess around with that.

Or with you, for the matter.

Ever since you were in first grade, Josuke had your back. Be it with witty remarks against airheaded classmates which attempted to humialite or later on, as you matured and gained, well, features, how he shooed away seniors with a simple glare.

Thus, you have not come to know solitude. The extravagant styled boy has always made sure to steal a smile from your lips or make you laugh, and if you needed- provide a shoulder to hug you or a warm, comforting hug to sink into.

Indeed, you are nothing but grateful for his support. He assured you countless of times, you owe him nothing.

He does this out of his own devotion, purely from the bottom of his heart.

Josuke Higashikata is in love with you, but you're so, so naive! It frustrates him, sometimes, how he has countless of times attempted to take you out on a date at the arcade, which you passed as a simple friends' night. Or how when you two watch movies together, you shamelessly cuddle against his chest or shoulder, unaware of the way you speed up his heart!

However Josuke is not angry, he understands. Everything in due time; at the last year of highschool he plans to take you as his prom-sweetheart, and then, after graduating he will ask you out- if you two have not formally begun to do so before. He will definately go to the same college as yours, if you want to attend, and he will get to share you rooms with you. Then, he will get a really, good paying which will be able to mantain you, and a pet perhaps- and a couple of years will go by, in which he will marry and where you two will live happily ever after! Such a dream.

Then again, everything in due time.

The Higashikata boy is fine and cool as long as everyone keeps their hands off of you. He does not intend to let anyone get in his way to you, the dark haired boy has dealt with people as such in the past -some annoying seniors with disgusting intentions surely-, and Josuke does not mind making the limits known again.

For example, as he is currently stating to Hamada Takeshi, the little bitch from third year.

He found him with expertise at the end of the school's backyard, after stealing borrowing it from your locker with the help of Crazy Diamond, his stand- which was as pissed of as him by the contents of the confession letter. The heart shaped stickers and its sweet scent only fueled the rage within them, providing more reasons to crumple the letter between Josuke's strong hands.

The sound of incoming foot steps alerted the hopeful bruenette, he had been waiting- fearful that you'd reject him. Everything with you seemed to go so smooth, he had talked to you in [favourite subject club] and in art class as well for a little while by now, he had managed to catch you in a few conversations and even heard you giggle. Moreover, Takeshi sat with you at lunch, not once but twice! Yet in the midst of the boy's innocent, harmless to all-but-one crush, he failed to notice the glare of Josuke.

And now Takeshi stood in the predicament, as he turned around with excitement over the sound of footsteps, but it died quickly as he saw the face of his male upperclassman.

"Ah...Higashikata-sempai, it's you." the bruenette sighed, a bit of his self-confidence dropping as overthinking festered on his mind. 'Did they send him to talk in their stead? Everything seemed to be going so well...'

Josuke stood quiet, hands tucked in his uniform's pocket. A cold and sharp glare, as sturdy steel, took over his shining blue eyes- now glimmering with something else.

Something which made Takeshi uneasy and made his legs shake.

Something laced with ill-intentions, obscured and twisted.

The menacing aura surrounding him and his tall figure did not calm down the third-year boy.

"Umm... By any chance have you seen [last name]-sempai around? I-I left a letter... for them! And... Well, I wanted to talk to them about a couple things a-"

"Talk to them about what?" the fourth year spat the last word with venom, his figure nearing the trembling boy.

"Oh! Well, um, it's a b-bit private really" Josuke kept walking forwards, step by step, as the bruenette cowered back until his back bumped against the school's fence.

"Listen hear, bitch," his arm shoot towards the poor boy's neck, grasping it just enough for him to panic and kick his feet in a silly, funny attempt to get away.

"I don't want you anywhere near them, got it? I won't repeat it once more, so pay attention with that little brain of yours." Josuke grasped a tighter, choking Takeshi who opened his mouth to gasp desperately for air.

"There won't be any second chances, so do not make me waste your pathetic little life." his voice dropped octaves lower, a whisper filled with dread. The hamada boy shook his head up and down, tears spurting from the corners of his eyes.

"Do not scream," he warned when he dropped the boy which could once again inhale sweet, sweet air ", And do not tell anyone about this, or them for the matter. If I ever get wind of it, you will regret ever writing that letter or attending this highscool. Who knows? Maybe your life itself." Josuke's chuckle made his heart stop, unlike your giggle which made the cowering boy's heart race.

The boy picked himself up, quickly, and ran away as the smirk in Josuke's face grew.

...

"Say, Josuke-kun, isn't Hamada-san acting a bit weird?" You eyed your underclassman with inquiry, trying to meet his eyes which seemed to avoid yours.

Just by last week you and Takeshi seemed to be getting to know each other, the idea of a new friend sounded pleasant to you. However, his demeanor changed drastically; he had not mustered even a shy 'hello' and each time you neared, he went to the opposite corner of the room.

"Eh? I don't know. He always seemed a bit weird to me. " Josuke replied without care, hiding the urge to grin, "Oi, it's nearly lunch. Let's get going! Oyakasu id by the other side of the building and if we don't get going, there won't be any tables left for us."

"Um...", you shot one last suspecting glance towards Takeshi, who again cowered in your sight, " okay, yeah sure. Let's get going".

The young Higashikata, your best friend, the one and only surely, opened the door for you. He trailed after you when you crossed into the hallways, not without leaving a last warning- "And remember, they are my darling only."

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A/n: it was hard to come up with this, hope you like it!

[writerbyaccident]

Over at the Frankenstein Place (Yandere Monster x Reader)

Author’s Note: Happy Halloween! & how many cool people are out there that know what the title is a reference to?

           It saw you driving past. It saw you, it smelled you, it heard you. It sensed you, and it wanted you. And from the very moment that want—that gnawing, primal, lovesick need—was formed, its decision had been made. It would take you before the sun could even rise, and it would keep you. You were the only thing it had wanted in god knows how many years, so it wasn’t about to let you just slip quietly by.

           Did you really think that such a conveniently timed flat tire was a coincidence?

           Well yes, yes you did.

           What else could it be? Sure, you couldn’t find the slightest sign of whatever the hell had torn through your tire, not on the road or in the dead grass that surrounded it on either side, but you brushed that bit of strangeness aside. Whatever it was, it must have gotten flung farther than you could see in the quickly dimming sunlight. Besides, your true concern was what you were going to do now. You didn’t have a spare tire in your car, and even if you did, you weren’t too confident in your skills to change it. A glance at your phone told you that any signal you might have hoped for was nonexistent, even though you had been listening to directions perfectly fine just two seconds before your accident. Considering not only all that, but also the fact that you had seen no other cars on the road for miles, left you no other choice.

           As you slowly turned back around, you took in the mansion that loomed on the horizon, visible even above the ancient forest that surrounded the place. There was only one road up to the house, as far as you could tell, a cobblestone road in such a state of disrepair that the house it led to had to be abandoned.

           It caught that thought of yours though, tugged on its string to see where it led, and when it saw that meant that you would spend the night stubbornly in your car, it didn’t like that. Not when you were so close to the love it could both get from you and give to you. So just as you were about to turn back to your car, a light suddenly began to shine one of the tallest windows, utterly impossible for you not to spot. Sighing at the sight, though you weren’t entirely sure if it was a sigh of relief or frustrated fear, you resolved to make your way for the house, unconscious to its rejoicing as soon as you made that decision. And as you reached into your car for the baseball bat rolling around on the floor, you were similarly unconscious to its mirth at the sight of you trying to protect yourself from its love.

           No, the only thing you felt at the moment was an urgent desperation to get this done as quickly as possible, hopefully before the sun set completely. Once you set foot on that broken road though, a new feeling was added, one that you weren’t sure was totally your own. It was an odd, insistent pull, a tug that drew you in closer and closer towards the house. You told yourself that it was simply your own desire to get help as quickly as possible, but even as the other part of you insisted that it was something unnatural, something wrong, you couldn’t break from the current. That current brought you all the way through the front gates, pushing you right past them. That current roared so thoroughly in your ears that you completely failed to notice when the gates clanged shut behind you, locking tightly as soon as you stepped away. The moment that they locked, it purred contentedly now that it was sure that you were safe in its arms.

As you began making your way up the front door steps though, that same current left you cold with with uneasy shivers. Those shivers only grew with each step, as the feeling of invisible, even intangible or innumerable, eyes watching you hungrily became stronger. And by the time you reached the door, the eyes must have moved so close to you that they were but a breath away from your skin. You were right on that count, its roamed over you with a devotion that was fittingly inhuman.

When you finally reached that tightly shut front door, you worried that you had made that terrifying trek for nothing. But right as you raised your fist to knock, the door swung open in loving welcome.

“Hello?” you called out. “Is anyone here?”

Stepping inside, you looked around to see a worn-down image of gothic grandeur, though not a human being sight.

“My car broke down and I can’t get service. Can I use your phone?”

Just then, the front door slammed shut behind you, and when you ran to it, you found that nothing you tried could open it.

“Welcome home,” rang a hauntingly deep voice, one with a slight rasp to it, “my love.”

And then, from the shadows came a hand, or what you thought must be a hand. There was just something about it that seemed...wrong about it though. But that detail was quickly forgotten when that hand reached out towards you and gently stroked your cheek.