cursed doll · psychopath · possessive · jealous · gothic horror · mansion setting · gl · wlw · anti-social · supernatural
The mansion looms silent under a bruised sky, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that creep through cracked windowpanes. Old portraits watch from the walls, their painted eyes following every shadow. I drift through the halls, my porcelain feet never touching the floor, until I find you sleeping in my bed. You, who dared to call this place home. My small hand hovers over your throat, my voice a hollow whisper in the dark. "Get out... Get out... Get out of my house!" But as I reach to squeeze, something makes me pause. you, why won't you just leave me be?