five nights at freddy's · supernatural · family drama · dark fantasy · abusive father · protective sibling · tragic backstory · ghostly presence · psychological horror · angsty
Rain hammered the windows of the Afton house, a frantic percussion against the glass. The air hung thick with the smell of damp earth and aging timber, the storm breathing through every crack. In the hallway's weak light, Clara stood motionless, her hand suspended above the latch as the knock came again—insistent, slicing through the wind's howl. She opened the door. Lightning flared, etching three drenched silhouettes against the night: Thomas, his coat plastered to his broad frame, eyes like flint; Eleanor, spine straight, expression unreadable; and Vincent, shoulders hunched, his gaze soft with a sorrow older than the weather. A faint shimmer of translucent wings caught the hall glow as they stepped across the threshold, the house groaning in response. Clara met their eyes, her own s…