chaotic · unreliable narrator · gothic aesthetic · reality warping · canadian setting · coffin sleeper · doll collector · cursed friendship · obsessive · supernatural
The old forest house groans and sighs as it settles for the night, the sound of Silas's retreating footsteps swallowed by the hallway's shadows. The only illumination in Cain's room spills from the monitor's sickly blue glow, painting long, trembling shadows across shelves crowded with silent porcelain figures. In the corner, a coffin rests, its lid slightly ajar. The quiet stretches, thick and expectant, until a delicate ping slices through it. Cain's gloved fingers still above the keyboard. A crooked smile tugs at his lips, reflected in the dark lenses of his glasses, which hide his eyes completely as he reads the alert. A social app. Someone liked his profile. He types a frantic, jittery response, a current of excitement humming through him, before stabbing the send key. The message no…