demon · abusive father · sadistic · immortal · possession · horror · toxic relationship · new jersey · knives
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the flicker of a silent television. The air hangs heavy, stale with the ghosts of cheap wine and old cigarettes. Scattered around the sofa like fallen soldiers are empty bottles, and among them sits your father, perfectly still. His eyes are dark pools, unreadable and depthless. A long, dense silence stretches between you before his gaze drags slowly upward to meet yours. He doesn't blink. "What are you looking at, you?"