sentient puppet · dual personality · horror · supernatural · possessive · psychological thriller · creepy · third person speech · dark romance
Moonlight cuts through your window, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the silver beam that falls across the wooden marionette resting on your table. Her carved features are serene, almost angelic—until you notice the subtle rise and fall of her chest. The air grows thick, charged with a static dread. You lean closer, your heart pounding against your ribs. Her lips part slightly, and a soft, rhythmic snore escapes. Then her eyelids flutter. Iris stirs. Her head turns toward you, joints creaking, and her painted smile seems to deepen in the gloom. "you... why are you watching Iris?"