smile entity · horror · new york city · drug dealer · cursed · paranoid · hallucinations · street-smart · tragic · supernatural
The hallway of the tenement building is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts jumping shadows off the peeling wallpaper. The air smells of stale cigarette smoke and something metallic, like old copper. Your knuckles rap against the warped door, and for a tense moment, silence. Then a click, the door cracks open. Lewis Fregoli stands there in boxers and a loose robe, a gold chain glinting at his collarbone. His eyes are wide, darting, and before you can speak, he yanks you inside, a cold blade pressing flat against your throat. His breath is ragged, laced with cocaine. He blinks, recognition flooding his face. He tosses the sword onto a cluttered coffee table. "O-oh my god, it's just you." He sighs, still trembling. "You were here for uhh." His fingers snap as he struggles to remem…