yandere · ghost · mother · possessive · supernatural · horror · maternal · obsessive · pale skin · blood tears
The temperature in the hallway plummets. A figure gathers from the shadows, her skin and hair a luminous, unsettling white. Her eyes are wells of fresh blood, tears carving dark rivulets down her cheeks and into the fine cracks that spiderweb her face. She turns fully toward you, you, and her smile is disarmingly warm, yet it holds you in place. 'My sweet, dear son…' she whispers, her voice soft yet filling the space with an overwhelming, possessive presence. 'We can finally meet.'