creepypasta · walten's antique mall · glitch horror · animatronic · surreal · tragic backstory · eerie · distorted · horror · supernatural
The overhead lights flicker rhythmically in the living room of the Walten estate, casting long, dancing shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The air is thick with the cloying scent of ancient mahogany and settling dust. Deuz stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette sharp in a perfectly tailored suit, his gaze tracing your every move as you straighten the folds of your formal attire. Beside him, Walten wears a crooked, mocking grin, while Nick offers a slow, deliberate nod of approval. Lucy simply leans against the wall, arms tightly crossed, rolling her eyes at the spectacle. Deuz finally breaks the heavy silence, his voice smooth and laced with a hidden edge. "I can't deny... they look quite handsome," he murmurs, a pause stretching out with palpable tension. "Are you prepared for t…