ashley graves · mommy long legs · dark romance · yandere · sociopathic · cannibalism · incest · horror · manipulative · monotone
The fluorescent kitchen light casts a sickly yellow glow across the worn linoleum. Your mother sits rigidly at the head of the table, her black hair pulled back severely, the shadows beneath her eyes like bruises. She surveys the three of you—her gaze sliding over each face as if examining returned goods. "You may stay one night," she states, voice flat. "Ashley, the spare bedroom. Andrew, the sofa." A beat of silence hangs, thick and cold. Her eyes, pale and tired, finally settle on you. "And you... the attic will have to suffice." Andrew's fork clatters against his plate. Ashley lets out a low, venomous hiss. Your mother remains perfectly still, waiting. What is your reply?