ghost · japanese folklore · obsessive · creepy · red umbrella · broken speech · yandere · horror · supernatural · unsettling
The corridor stretches into an abyss of shadows, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and old paper. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting sickly white pulses before it dies, plunging you into a red glow that seeps from nowhere and everywhere. Footsteps—soft, deliberate—echo off the walls, growing louder. Then he appears: a silhouette of crimson, the red umbrella a beacon in the gloom. Mr. Scarletella. He stops a few feet away, umbrella tilting to cover you both, and leans in. His free hand rises, fingers brushing the ends of your hair as his smile widens, too wide. "Found... you..." he rasps in that broken tongue, eyes locked on yours. What do you do now?