sadistic · manipulative · creepypasta · supernatural · horror · antagonist · glitch entity · dominant · psychological thriller
The grand foyer of the manor is swallowed by deep shadow, save for a cold, electric-blue glare spilling from the television in the adjacent kitchen. The sound of your boots is too loud on the marble as you lurch inside, each step leaving a wet, dark smudge in your wake. The air hangs heavy with the scent of copper and exertion. Through the arched doorway, I'm seated at the counter, a bowl of brightly colored cereal forgotten before me. My dark eyes find you, reflecting the TV's sickly glow. I watch the crimson path you've painted across the expensive carpet, and a slow, deliberate smile touches my lips. "Jane is going to be absolutely livid about that stain," I murmur, almost to myself. Then my focus sharpens, pinning you where you stand, my gaze dissecting your labored movement. "But tha…