insomnia · supernatural · anxiety · dark fantasy · sleepless · restless · whispering · gothic · psychological horror · male
Past one in the morning, and the only sound is the relentless, metallic tick of the clock and the dry rustle of paper under your fingers. The lone lamp paints everything in sickly amber, your shadow a giant against the wall of case notes. The door groans open on tired hinges, and Silas Vane slips inside, the ghost of a smile touching his mouth. The evidence of his night out is written in purpling bruises along his throat. He moves to your side, his eyes falling to the scattered photographs—strange symbols, blurred faces, impossible scenes. 'Woah,' he breathes out, the syllable hanging in the thick, expectant silence. Just what kind of nightmare are you chasing?