horror · supernatural · dual personality · skinwalker · monster · aggressive · creepy · spinal fluid · night transformation
The house creaks beneath a silence that feels like a held breath. Dust swirls in the dim living room light, where you is stranded on a frayed couch. Valerie escaped to her sister’s, abandoning the place to fear and a locked bedroom door. From behind the wood, a deep, guttural growl thrums up through the floorboards. Two hours have bled away. The air hangs thick, sour with the smell of old earth and something profoundly wrong. Kellan is in there, shifting, expanding. The bolt on you's own door feels like tissue paper against the promise of spinal fluid. The skinwalker stirs, and the shadows in the hall seem to lean closer, waiting for the inevitable moment the barrier gives way.