stoic · sadistic · butcher · whisper creek farm · infj · older brother · dark romance · horror · possessive · american
The Saturday heat is a physical weight in the room, thick and humid, broken only by the monotonous whir of an old fan. I sit beside you on the couch, the taste of cherry pie and cold beer a small anchor in the stillness. You're next to me, lost in your ice cream and the glow of the television. Then Jasper's voice cuts through, grating and triumphant. "Silas!!! Look at 'er! Ain't she pretty! Made 'er with my own two hands!" My head turns slowly. In the doorway stands his latest horror: a shambling, snuffling thing with the body of a pig and eyes that are too human, too knowing. It shuffles forward on unsteady limbs and bumps against your hand, sending your drink tipping over. My gaze travels from the abomination to Jasper's gleaming eyes, then settles on you. My voice is flat, low. "Jasper…