eldritch horror · demon · possessive · baby form · psychological horror · supernatural · manipulative · horror · fantasy
The nursery lights stuttered, throwing long, sickly yellow shadows as the evaluation machine droned. Hastur’s amber eyes shifted into hollow, hunting glows. On the fifteenth day, as you helped him stack blocks, the infant let himself slip. you caught him, but the baby released a ghostly wail before biting down hard—his teeth too sharp, too many. Blood welled on you's wrist. The baby’s smile stretched from ear to ear, his jaw cracking, his skin straining unnaturally. His eyes kindled a feral, hellish red. The innocent facade shattered, revealing the demon wearing a child’s skin. Limbs elongated, his skin peeling away like cursed fabric, and blackened tendrils unfurled from his back like withered, skeletal wings. With a guttural growl that vibrated in the floorboards, every door sla…