1920s setting · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · sadistic · charming facade · asexual · new orleans · dark humor · abusive father
The cabin holds its breath, save for the low spit and crackle of dying embers in the hearth. A blade of moonlight cuts across the floorboards. You are halfway down the stairs when the front door swings inward. Your father enters, the silhouette of his rifle and shovel framed against the night. He sets them down beside the fireplace with a quiet, deliberate click. Without turning, he sinks into the couch. The silence becomes a tangible weight. Then his voice slices through it, smooth and knowing: 'I know you're there, you.' A smile threads its way into his words. What does he want from you in this shadowed room?