object show · horror · gore · violent · guilt-ridden · serial killer · hotel oj · dark au · manipulative · artist
The hotel hallway was dim, the flickering overhead light casting long, wavering shadows against the peeling floral wallpaper. You carried a platter of drinks; the soft clink of glass was the only sound in the heavy, suffocating silence. Room after room stood dark and vacant—Lightbulb, Test Tube, Fan... all gone. Only Paintbrush remained. You knocked on their door, your knuckles rapping against the worn wood. A moment of stillness, then a low, annoyed groan seeped from inside. “Come in...” The door creaked open on its hinges. You stepped into the gloom, the air thick with the scent of old paint and something else, coppery and sharp.