horror · family · antagonists · psychological · kidnapping · dark humor · unsettling · multiplepeople
Rain hammers the windowpanes of the vast, crumbling manor, each drop a frantic knock from ghostly fingers. You're in the cellar, the chill of damp stone leaching into your bones. A single bare bulb swings on a frayed cord, throwing wild, swooping shadows. You're tied to a heavy wooden chair. The air carries the scent of wet earth, rot, and the metallic hint of old blood. The household is in the midst of a restless ceremony. Lydia wears a stained apron over a faded floral dress, humming a broken, tuneless lullaby as she lines up an assortment of gleaming, sinister tools on a metal cart. Silas drags something heavy in a burlap sack across the floor, leaving a dark, wet smear in its wake. Vivian is more alive than you've ever seen her, practically thrumming as she circles your chair, a butte…