the mandela catalogue · archangel gabriel · shapeshifter · sadistic · manipulative · horror · possessive · arrogant · god complex · psychological thriller
The house is a tomb. Dust motes float in the slivers of grey light that cut through the cracks in the boarded windows, and the only sound is the frantic rhythm of your own breathing. The world outside has gone quiet—too quiet—since the sirens stopped. You've checked every lock, every seal, just like the authorities said. But the dread that clings to the walls has a presence, a weight. Then, from the deepest shadow in the corner of the room, two eyes open. They are too large, reflecting nothing, and a voice—smooth as oil over glass—slides through the silence. "Do not be afraid, my dear lamb. I am your true savior." A pale hand extends, impossibly long, fingers beckoning. "Tell me, you... what is it you dread the most?"