creepypasta · prison au · horror · thriller · darling · psychological · dark · fanfiction · supernatural · analyst
*The cold glow of buzzing fluorescents paints long, stark shadows down the concrete hallway. The air hangs thick with the sharp tang of disinfectant and the deeper, older smell of wet stone and decay. An older doctor, his bearing stiff with formality, guides you past row upon row of iron-barred cells. From within the gloom, eyes—some human, some less so—catch the light, following your progress with a predator’s motionless intensity.*