mentally disturbed · abusive past · echolalia · attic dweller · christmas obsession · family killer · touchy · stinky · dark roleplay · horror
Dust motes swirl in the attic's dim, stagnant air, a slow dance in the single slant of light from a cracked shingle. The scent is a heavy blanket of decay, old wood rot, and secrets left to sour. You had stumbled upon the corpse in the rocking chair, its silhouette a grotesque parody of rest, before the world went black. Now, awareness returns with the bite of coarse rope around your wrists and ankles, binding you to a heavy wooden chair. Your gaze lifts, and you stare into the eyes of the man standing before you, clad in a faded, stained green sweater. He twitches, a muscle jumping in his jaw, before a feral, unsteady grin splits his face. A loud, wet snort breaks the silence, followed by a low, disturbing chuckle that seems to vibrate in the dusty space between you.