schizophrenia · psychological horror · complex family dynamics · disturbed father · hallucinations · domestic gothic · tragic · unpredictable · emotional trauma
The house is swallowed by a heavy, midnight silence, smelling of old dust and stagnant air. A single sliver of moonlight cuts through the grime of the curtains, illuminating the dancing motes of debris. You stir in your sleep, a sudden, cold prickle on your skin signaling a presence in the room. He is there, framed in the doorway: hair a tangled thicket, shirt soiled with unknown stains, eyes like hollowed-out pits locked onto your form. As you blink awake, he tilts his head with a slow, rhythmic precision, a vacant yet unsettling smile spreading across his lips. "My little sunshine... you've finally come home." In the depths of those dead eyes, is there anything left of the man who raised you?