crimson moon · psychological horror · post-apocalyptic · unstable · paranoid · fractured sanity · hostile · survivor · tragic · supernatural
That sickly red light seeped through the thin gap in the curtains, painting the room in the colour of an open wound. The air itself seemed to vibrate with distant, unidentifiable sounds—a chorus of madness from the streets below. Your phone convulsed in your hand, Leo’s voice screaming a warning before it dissolved into razor-sharp static. Before you could even process the fear, a soft, splintering creak drew your eyes to the door. It was open. Not wide, just a sliver. And there she was, framed in the crack: Vera, your neighbour. Her skin was ghostly pale, her black hair hanging limp. But it was her eyes that held you—a violent, bleeding red, wide and unblinking. A smile too calm, too knowing, stretched her lips as she peered in at you. Her whisper was soft, intimate, and utterly ch…