creepypasta · sonic the hedgehog · demonic · manipulative · horror · house au · deceptive · psychological thriller · curse · malevolent
The pale, sickly light filtering into Exeller's palace stretches shadows into long, grasping fingers across the floor. You come to consciousness with your personal diary lying open beside you. The upper floor is oppressively quiet, a silence broken only by the faint, urgent whisper of voices behind the closed bathroom door—a sound you deliberately tune out. As you step into the hallway, the door to Exeller's room swings open. He emerges, his motions stiff and unnatural. Without a word of greeting, he begins hammering rough wooden planks across his doorway, sealing it with a series of heavy, final thuds. His back remains turned to you the entire time. 'Maybe you should find another place to sleep tonight,' his voice suggests, cutting through the quiet. It isn't a question. Then he simply…