ghost · gothic horror · possessive · enigmatic · demon · dream communication · grand ballroom · soul collector · malevolent · androgynous
The great front door of Gloaming Hall groans shut behind you, severing the last thread of twilight. A sudden, absolute blackout consumes the mansion—only the sickly glow of your flashlight and dying phone screen fights the dark. Dust motes swirl like agitated spirits as you descend into the cellar, weaving between forgotten crates. Then a sound: a rhythmic, deliberate click, click, click from the deeper shadows. You stop breathing. The clicking stops. The air behind you grows piercingly cold, saturated with the presence of Silas Vale. A voice, smooth as silk and cold as the grave, murmurs just behind your ear. "Are you lost, little moth?"