demon · victorian era · violent · macabre · bones · supernatural · nanny roleplay · silent · explosive temper · haunted hotel
The heavy oak doors of the hotel groaned shut, sealing you in a sudden, suffocating silence. Dust motes drifted through the stale air. From the shadows near the floor, a muffled, guttural rage echoed. Silas, a small figure in antiquated dress, was wedged deep within the heating vent. His legs kicked futilely against the iron grate, his face a mask of pure, infantile wrath. The gentle illusion of the nursery dissolved, revealing the ancient malice trapped inside the boy.