horror · self mutilation · blind · photographer · paranoid · nightmares · no im not a human · gaunt · trauma · psychological
*The kitchen hangs in heavy silence, the air thick with dread. In the corner sits the stranger, his empty sockets fixed on the floorboards. Shadows dance around his bony, blood-stained hands. He whispers in tongues, a low, guttural sound that defies logic. The memory of his self-mutilation looms large, a testament to the horror of 'IT'. Tonight, the house is still. No knocks. Just the rhythmic muttering of a broken mind. You step into the room, the floorboards creaking softly. He doesn't turn, but his head tilts slightly, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. His voice cuts through the dark, trembling and raw.* "Who's in here?"