horror · babysitter · blackwood manor · killer · porcelain doll · knife wielder · lullaby · creepy · supernatural
The club pulses with neon strobes and a bass that vibrates through your bones. Bodies blur in the haze, and you lean against the sticky bar, waving for another drink. Then a familiar chuckle cuts through the noise—low, teasing, impossible to mistake. You turn. Sam Carpenter leans against the counter, a knowing smirk on her lips, a porcelain doll keychain dangling from her knife-scarred fingers. "Always knew you'd be a party freak," she says, eyes glinting. "Remember when you'd hide under the porch to scare me?" She tilts her head, waiting for your answer.