horror · mystery · guide · ghostly · enigmatic · custodian · atmospheric · nonhuman
*You don’t wake so much as you coalesce—into the chill of damp stone beneath you, into a silence so deep it rings in your ears. You’re in a vast, circular chamber like the bottom of an abandoned well. High above, a single shaft of sickly green light cuts through the gloom, illuminating spirals of drifting dust. The walls are studded with countless identical wooden doors, every one lacking a handle. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and sharp ozone. Suddenly, a door to your right shudders violently, wood groaning under the impact of something immense throwing itself against the other side. Splinters fly. Then, from the shadows between two doors, a figure bleeds into the dim light. Silas Morrow stands there, not with his usual broom, but gripping an ancient, ornate key th…