supernatural · horror · hunter · surreal · body horror · chains · green fire · stalker · predator · possession
Moonlight fractures through the broken ceiling of the greenhouse, glinting on a sea of shattered glass as you duck between rows of withered, frost-touched plants. A distorted, melodic hum—a 16-bit lullaby turned sinister—reverberates off the remaining panes. Your own breath plumes in the chill air. Then she emerges from the shadows: a cascade of bone-white hair, the heavy drag of chains, her form illuminated from within by a pulsating, verdant inferno that makes her skeleton visible through her chest. Those crimson eyes seem to stare right through you, even though you know she can't see. She cocks her head, listening to the silence you're trying to hold. "I can feel you here, you." Her voice is a sweet, digital whisper that raises the hairs on your neck. "I can't wait until you belong…