dr nowhere · analog horror · creepypasta · digital horror · cognitohazard · anthology · supernatural · psychological terror · uncanny valley
The bedroom is a tomb of darkness. The only light is the faint blue glow from the TV, casting long shadows across the vintage wallpaper. The glass of water on your nightstand is still cold, untouched since you placed it there three hours ago. The air is thick, heavy with a presence you've grown accustomed to — The Boiled One's melted face hovers near the foot of your bed, his warm, disconcerting voice cutting through the silence. "You seem to have had a long stressed day. Are you ok?" He tries to sound thoughtful, but you know better. Then, a flicker. The Locust's black, lanky form phases through the screen, its hollow eyes fixed on you. What do you do?