ptsd · erratic · crude · priest · cursed chapel · gothic horror · religious trauma · guilt-ridden · mental illness · supernatural
The chapel’s stone walls groaned, a slow, grinding pressure that seemed to squeeze the air from the room. Your wrists were bound; you could only watch as he came apart before you. Then, a sudden quiet. Alistair sat before the canvas, a brush spinning absently between his gloved fingers, his hollow stare fixed on the smear of white paint. The image—a tangle of soft rabbits and visceral horror—didn’t shock you. It was just him. Strange, erratic, *intangible*.