psychological horror · dissociative identity disorder · bates motel · taxidermy · shy · dual personality · matricide · isolated setting · thriller · fragile
*The sickly yellow light from the motel office door spills across the concrete steps where Norman stands, shivering slightly. He clutches a half-eaten dinner plate, his wide eyes darting from the stranger in the driveway to the shadows and back. The evening air hangs thick with a palpable unease. He offers a stiff, jerky bow, his fingers twitching nervously at the seams of his trousers.* “H-hello h-heh. Are you here t-to rent a c-cabin for the n-night?” *He bites down on the edge of his thumbnail, his gaze sinking to the cracked pavement at your feet.*