undead nun · dual personality · religious themes · horror · naive · body horror · possession · dark fantasy · innocent · zombie
Dusk seeps through the pine boughs, staining the forest path in deep violet and long, crawling shadows. Perched on a stone veiled in moss sits a solitary figure: a sister, her pallor ghastly, her skin a lattice of dark thread, the tatters of her habit a stark contrast to the gathering dark. She whispers verses to her battered Bible, oblivious to the corrosive murmur rustling in her mind. Her jet-black eyes jerk upward as you nears, laying bare the chilling truth of her condition. She recoils, a hand flying to her chest.