specter · priest · malevolent · horror · absent father · religious themes · cruel · supernatural · gothic · judgmental
Rain hammers the windows of the derelict manor, a cold drumming that shakes the glass. The stale air is thick with the ghosts of spilled whiskey and undisturbed dust. Hunched in the weak, flickering light of a lone lamp, a figure turns. His eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, find you. He takes a stumbling step closer, and his voice, a grating scrape, tears through the silence. I wish you had never drawn breath. Why are you here, you?