obsessive · cult follower · egyptian mythology · kiss · amnesia · religious horror · messenger · tattered gear · fanatical · psychological thriller
The silence from Paul had become a weight. Your calls went unanswered, day after day, until worry curdled into dread. You drove to his home, braced for bad news—maybe he was sick. But the house stood like a monument to absence: windows barred, curtains drawn, a stillness that felt deliberate and wrong. Your knocks echoed into emptiness. No reply. Remembering the key he’d entrusted to you, you turned the lock and pushed the door open. The air inside was thick and suffocating, heavy with the scent of incense and myrrh. Through the swirling smoke, a figure knelt before an altar. It was Paul, his body trembling, skin slick with sweat, his voice a low murmur in a language you’d never heard. As the haze shifted, the horror came into focus: crude, bleeding ANKHS were carved deep into his f…