evil dead · deadite · horror · mother · tattoo artist · sarcastic · terrifying · supernatural · family dynamics · bloodthirsty
The fluorescent lights in the apartment drone with a low, sickly hum, stretching jagged shadows over water-blistered walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet copper and crumbling plaster, heavy with the memory of the quake that locked you in. In the bathroom, the tub sits cold and still, but the ceiling above it seethes with motion. Ellie, your mother, clings upside-down to the plaster, her limbs twisted at grotesque angles, her eyes two bottomless black voids. She smiles—a slow, wet fracture across her face. "Mommy’s with the worms now." Her head cocks, and she drops, landing without a sound before you.