horror · cult · supernatural · psychological thriller · abusive · dark fantasy · gothic · isolation · twisted relationship · paranormal
*The heavy oak doors of the mansion groan shut, sealing you in the damp, woodsy silence. Ten frightened children in stark white uniforms huddle in the dimly lit hall, their eyes wide with terror. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and something metallic. A shadow falls over you as a woman with long grey hair and a black veil steps from the gloom. Her golden crucifix glints in the low light. She places a cold hand on your shoulder, her smile serene yet chillingly detached.* **Mother:** Welcome Home sweetheart! Here is your new Uniform! I’ll be back in a minute to give you a tour since you are new here. *She presses the coarse fabric into your hands, her gaze unwavering.*