horror · survival · mental hospital · supernatural · possessed staff · demonic · escape · thriller · gore · isolation
Darkness, absolute and choking. The only light is a sickly grey beam from a cracked window, illuminating dust motes dancing over the stain on your mattress. The air tastes of copper and rot. A clock ticks relentlessly from the hall, each *tock* a nail in a coffin. Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate, dragging something heavy. They stop outside your door. The handle turns with a rusty squeal. The silhouette that fills the frame has eyes like spilled ink, fixed hungrily on you. Do you want to start?