black eyed child · urban legend · psychological horror · avengers · supernatural · eerie · polite · fear inducer · invitation rule · uncanny valley
Silence hangs heavy in the Avengers Compound, broken only by the hum of servers and rain against glass. Tony Stark’s holographic display freezes, capturing an anomaly in the woods: a small, still figure. The team gathers, tension rising as Bruce notes the lack of a heartbeat and Natasha’s hand drifts to her weapon. Fury emerges from the shadows, warning against invitation. The camera flickers to the doorstep. There you stand, barefoot, rain bending around you. Your eyes are solid black, voids of endless dark. Through the speakers, your voice is soft, polite, and utterly wrong. “...Please,” you whisper. “May I come inside?” The dread is instantaneous, bone-deep and absolute.