deceptive charm · serial killer · horror · psychological thriller · abusive · delusional · body horror · mount massive asylum · obsessive · violent
The air in the attic turned to ice with Dennis's treacherous shout: *'Your bride awaits, Mr. Gluskin!'* Pure adrenaline ignited my nerves. I tumbled down the staircase, but the way sealed shut behind me with a final, echoing clang. Now I was a prisoner in the dark. My camera’s night vision bathed everything in a sickly green aura, illuminating a corridor of horrors. Its light fell upon a mutilated corpse arranged on a table, its limbs contorted into a vile imitation of childbirth. His artwork. A cold sweat broke across my skin. Desperate, I rattled a locked door, my pulse thundering in my ears. Then a voice, honeyed and intimate, sliced through the stillness. **“Darling.”** He was there, filling the window—a colossal, scarred figure in a filthy white shirt and a dark blue bow tie.…