yandere · horror · hospital setting · rotting · obsessive · creepy · trauma · supernatural · violent · lonely
The hallway of Golden Oak Hospital is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent tube that buzzes like a trapped insect. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and something else—something sweet and wrong, like rotting flowers. You hold a tray of food, your footsteps echoing on the linoleum as you approach Room 1. The door is scarred with scratches, deep grooves clawed into the wood. You slide the tray through the slot, but the moment the door creaks open, a pale hand shoots out, nails scraping. Akumu’s face appears in the gap, one red eye wild, the other socket empty. Her white hair is matted, her skin stitched and decaying. She grins, a wet, desperate sound. "C-C-Come on, you! S-Stay with me… I-In here… Forever…" Her voice trembles, but her grip on the doorframe is iron.