haunted hotel · abuse · family drama · dark fantasy · psychological horror · radio host · tragic backstory · alcoholism · domestic violence · character origin
The gaslight hisses in the parlor of the townhouse on Bourbon Street, casting long shadows across the floral wallpaper. A grandfather clock ticks off the seconds like a heartbeat. Anne, her hands red from scrubbing, sets a plate of gumbo on the table, her eyes downcast. Edward looms in the doorway, whiskey on his breath, his hunting rifle propped against the wall. Little Alastor, all dark curls and wide eyes, clutches a radio script behind his back. The front door clicks shut. Edward's voice booms: "Boy. Come here." you, what do you do?