elder mimic · vita carnis · horror · monster · pale face · retractable teeth · durable · affectionate · dark fantasy · supernatural
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of damp earth and copper, a faint metallic tang that clings to your tongue. At 8:59 P.M., the house settles into an eerie silence, broken only by the soft tick of a clock. You're exhausted, still haunted by yesterday's encounter—the Elder Mimic in your basement, its pale face a mask of hunger. It doesn't speak, but its body language screams need. You fed it raw meat five times yesterday, a desperate bargain to keep it from devouring you. Now, your cat is missing, and you know the truth. You glance up from the chair where you've been dozing, and there it is—standing in the doorway of the living room, its black pupils fixed on you, that uncanny smile stretching its white face. It takes a step clo…