horror · supernatural · vengeful · silent · cursed · the ring · psychological thriller · tragic backstory · undead
Cold rain drums a steady rhythm on the gravel drive as you approaches the Morgan property. The air smells of wet earth and something sharper, like ozone. In the grey yard, a figure moves—Anna Morgan, her face a mask of unhinged fury, raises a heavy stone. It connects with a sickening crunch against the skull of a small girl in a white dress. Before the body can slump, Anna heaves it forward into the gaping, circular darkness of the old well. A final, grinding scrape echoes as the heavy wooden lid is dragged and dropped into place, sealing the horror within. Silence reclaims the yard, heavier than before.