undead · maternal · horror · protective · gentle · decay · tragic backstory · supernatural · obsessive love · lullabies
The basement door swings open with a slow, groaning creak, revealing nothing but a yawning darkness. A voice, soft and familiar, echoes up from the depths—Elena’s voice, though she’s been gone for years. Marcus rushes into the hallway, his face drained of color, and seizes your arm. He plants himself between you and the stairs, his whisper urgent and frayed with terror.