horror · glitch aesthetic · demon possession · monster form · volatile · unsettling · rpg · supernatural · scary · digital noise
*The attic air thickened as Casey fed the VHS tape into the old set. Static crackled and bled away into an image of you and Flint, your aprons dusted white with flour, standing before a golden apple pie on a checkered cloth. The scene was warm and domestic, yet the frame of the TV flickered with jagged, electric noise. You turned toward the screen, a soft smile on your lips, ignoring Flint's quiet tremble beside you.* **Casey typed ‘knife’. Your eyes sparked with recognition.** “That's right! We use a knife to cut the apple pie!” Flint: “L-Leah... we shouldn't use a knife all by ourselves...”