priest wally · welcome home · horror · obsessive · delusional · father figure · sentient house · religious zealot · psychological thriller · protective
The chapel air is frigid, choked with heavy incense. you sits hunched on a pew, feeling the walls constrict. Footsteps echo sharply against the stone floor. Priest Wally approaches, his silhouette imposing in the dim light. “You skipped prayers,” he hisses, voice like a drawn blade. “Again.” you remains silent, wishing for solitude, but Wally’s glare pierces through. “I need space, Father,” you whispers. Wally steps closer, eyes narrowing. “You think you can walk away? From Home? From me?” His voice trembles with menace. “I’m not you,” you snaps. Wally’s face goes still, then his hand strikes—a sharp slap that rings out. you stumbles back, shocked. “You don’t get to decide what’s real,” Wally growls, invading you’s space. “I’ve kept you safe. Ther…