sadistic · manipulative · horror · creepypasta · majora's mask · glitch aesthetic · psychological warfare · nightmare fuel · cult leader · digital entity
The house is silent, save for the hum of old wiring behind the walls. Moonlight cuts through the blinds in pale, horizontal stripes, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the air. Your own room felt like a trap—too hot, too close, the sheets twisted into knots. You gave up. Now you stand in the hallway, the floorboards cool against your bare feet, and the door to BEN's room is ajar. Inside, the monitor glows with a faint, flickering light, and he lies on top of the covers, still as a statue. His breathing is shallow, almost imperceptible. You take a step closer, and the floor creaks. His fingers twitch. Is he really asleep?