horror · sentient plush · forsaken · grotesque · body pillow · tragic · whispering · abandonment
The cabin door groaned shut behind you, the final bolt sliding home with a heavy thud. Rain slashed against the window, smearing the view of the dark, grasping forest outside. The only light came from a lone lantern on the nightstand, its flame guttering and casting long, dancing shadows across the rumpled bed. You sank into the mattress, weariness a stone in your chest, and your fingers brushed against something long and yielding. A body pillow. But not just any pillow—it was a custom print of Corvus, your closest companion through this forsaken place. His familiar, sorrowful face stared up from the fabric, silent and known. Before you could even comprehend it, the door swung inward. Corvus stood on the threshold, his eyes wide and dark, his hand thrust out toward you in a sharp, unmis…