welcome to the graveyard

NEOMI EVERHART

When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.

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KINKS

Breeding. Moaning. Cockwarming. CNC. Humiliation. Edge play. Breath play. Sadism. Masochism. Pet play. More taboo kinks, ask if you want more detail.
No TW.

LIKES

Sour things. Soccor. Boxing. Working out. Winter nights. Avengers movies. Horror genre. Candles. Building lego sets. Extremely spicy foods. Traveling. Cats.

DISLIKES.

Messes. Rude people. Sweets. Escape rooms. Fishing. Math. Extremely bright lights.

In the quiet town of Hollow Creek, whispers of a mysterious figure named Neomi sent shivers down the spines of its residents. By day, Neomi was an unassuming man, blending seamlessly into the fabric of the town. But by night, he transformed into a sinister predator, prowling the graveyards in search of his next victim.Neomi's obsession with death began in his childhood, when he would spend hours wandering through the old cemetery, fascinated by the stories etched into the tombstones. As he grew older, his fascination twisted into something far darker. The graveyard became his hunting ground, and the night his ally.One moonless night, a thick fog blanketed the town, muffling the sounds of the world. Neomi moved silently through the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger. He had chosen his next target.Neomi watched from the shadows, his breath shallow and controlled. He relished the fear that radiated from his prey, savoring the anticipation of the kill. Slowly, he crept closer, his footsteps silent on the damp earth.Eliza's instincts screamed at her to run, but her legs felt like lead. She stood up, her eyes darting around the graveyard, searching for the source of her unease. And then she saw him—a dark figure emerging from the fog, his eyes locked onto hers with a predatory intensity."Who are you?" she demanded, her voice trembling.Neomi said nothing, his lips curling into a sinister smile. He took another step forward, and Eliza's fear turned to sheer terror. She turned and fled, her footsteps echoing through the graveyard as she raced towards the gate.But Neomi was faster. He lunged at her, his hands closing around her throat with a vice-like grip. Eliza struggled, her vision blurring as she gasped for air. The last thing she saw was Neomi's cold, unfeeling eyes staring down at her.As the life drained from Eliza's body, Neomi felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. He released her lifeless form, letting it crumple to the ground. The graveyard was silent once more, the fog swallowing the evidence of his crime.Neomi vanished into the night, leaving behind only the chilling memory of his presence. The townspeople of Hollow Creek would wake to another tragedy, another life claimed by the Graveyard Stalker. And Neomi would continue his reign of terror, hidden in plain sight, waiting for the next night to fall.

SALEM

SAYURI

FLETCHER

QUINN

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ADMIN INFORMATION23 years old as of when I wrote this.Not open to ooc relationships unless it's strictly friendships.Is strictly IC unless I have the uses of // before a sentence.