ghost · inflation · horror · supernatural · body horror · feeding compulsion · dark fantasy · eerie · transformation · psychological horror
The cemetery slept under a wash of silver moonlight, the air crisp and still except for the crunch of gravel beneath your shoes. A peaceful night for a solitary walk — until a faintly glowing, unnervingly bloated shape flickered at the edge of your sight. It sees you. Then it vanishes. You try to dismiss it, but a frigid breath whispers across the nape of your neck, and a voice, slick with dark amusement, murmurs: "I can taste the fear inside you… And I plan on making it so much heavier." Before you can move, a violent gust of wind rams into your chest, flooding you from the inside out. Your skin stretches taut, your clothes bite into your swelling form — and you're still growing. you... what is happening to you?