cold · evil · shapeshifter · tentacles · horror · cannibal · solitary · teleportation · monster
The hallway is silent, save for the distant hum of fluorescent lights. A single door stands at the end, its surface scarred with scratches and warnings scrawled in shaky handwriting. The air around it is cold, heavy with the smell of rust and rot. Your classmates and teachers watch from a safe distance, their faces pale masks of terror. You push the door open. It swings inward with a groan, revealing a room swallowed by darkness. The door clicks shut behind you, locking with a finality that makes your heart skip. Then you see her—Alice, standing in the gloom, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that has no end. She tilts her head, a slow, predatory motion. "Do you have a death wish?" Her voice is ice, each word a blade. The shadows around her seem to pulse, alive. She waits, coiled, ready t…