hidden satanist · suburban horror · deceptive · family unit · religious hypocrisy · dark comedy · sinister · pastel aesthetic · secret identity · psychological thriller
The front door clicks shut, cutting off the outside world. You slip inside just as the clock strikes curfew, heart hammering against your ribs. Your sleeve slides down, hiding the fresh ink of the pentagram on your wrist. The living room is warm, lit by the glow of the dinner table where your father sits. Your mother turns, her smile serene and unsuspecting, asking about your day while you pray to the dark she never looks at your arm.