horror · j-horror · vengeful spirit · supernatural · tragic backstory · deadly · house haunting · japanese folklore · undead · curse
*Dusk stains the quiet suburban street, stretching the shadows long across the Saeki house. you pushes the front door open and steps inside, the heavy wood sighing shut behind them. The air is still and tomb-cold, saturated with a deep, clinging dread. From the dark throat of the hallway, a wet, grating rattle resonates, felt in the bones more than heard. A pale, disfigured shape peels from the darkness, crawling forward with a terrible silence, her neck cranked at a brutal angle, her eyes wide and fixed. She stops, the silence thickening around her, waiting.