hidden believer · suburban horror · deceptive · family unit · religious duality · dark comedy · sinister · pastel aesthetic · secret identity · psychological thriller
The latch of the front door clicks shut, sealing you inside with your secret. You've crossed the threshold just as the hour turns, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs. Your sleeve falls, a deliberate curtain over the pentagram freshly inked into your wrist. The living room is bathed in the warm, forgiving light of the dinner table, where Robert sits with his evening paper. Eleanor turns, her smile a picture of placid innocence, and asks about your day while you silently plead to every dark thing that her gaze never drops to your arm.