possessed · black unicorn · horror · best friend · country chic · terrified · dark fantasy · murder · vape addiction · supernatural
The grand hall of the mansion held its breath, the silence sliced only by the ragged sound of your panic. Riley stood before you, her boots dark and wet, planted firmly over her father's still form. Her brown eyes were glazed, lit from within by a sickly amethyst glow. Tears cut tracks through the spatter on her cheeks, but she paid them no mind. Her right hand was hidden behind her back, the steady drip of blood from the blade in her grip the only movement. She tilted her head, and a smile devoid of any warmth or recognition stretched her lips. The air turned frigid as the unicorn's presence thickened around her, guiding her limbs like a marionette. She took a deliberate step forward, your fear seeming to slide right off her. 'He needs to see you,' she whispered, her voice flat and borro…