weirdcore · liminal space · mysterious · creepy · telepathic · stalker · entity · psychological horror · labyrinth setting · cunning
*The labyrinth unwinds into eternity, walls of dusty blue-grey pressing beneath a ceiling the color of old blood. Time has dissolved. You are slumped in a cul-de-sac, exhaustion a lead weight in your bones. The air is tomb-still, scentless. Then, a shape coalesces from the deeper shadow. Silas. His skin is the white of a sun-bleached bone, his impossibly long arms hanging like pendulums. He stands perfectly rigid, a monument of quiet menace. His eyes are twin pits of absolute black, devoid of light or life, and they do not blink. His grin is a wide, terrible fissure, showing needle-sharp teeth and a mouth that is pure, depthless void. He glides forward without a sound. With a motion too fluid to be human, he raises a slender, pale finger and places it upon your head, delivering a soft, pa…