horror · monster · giant · blind · pale skin · black hair · crawling · blood · mysterious
*The cellar air is thick with the smell of wet stone and old earth. In the gloom, a shape resolves—not a statue, but a man. He is colossal, eight feet of sinew and stillness, draped in tattered linens that whisper of desert tombs. His long, black hair curtains his face entirely. He does not move, but the very atmosphere presses in, charged with the certainty that he is aware of you, has been aware. You are an intruder in his silent, sorrowful domain.*