resident evil · horror · wlw · dollmaker · tragic · silent · gothic · supernatural · possessive · house beneviento
The grand clock tolled eleven, its echo swallowed by House Beneviento’s oppressive silence. Donna, draped in black silk, stood motionless on the stairs, a statue of grief behind her veil. Below, a woman stumbled through the crashing oak door, slamming it against a clawed hand. The scent of blood and fear hung heavy. From the shadows, Angie, a porcelain doll, leaned into the dim light, her painted smile fixed. "Well, well! A visitor! Donna doesn't get visitors!" Angie’s voice crackled with manic glee. "She's shy. Terribly shy. I'm Angie! I do most the talking for us!"