skinwalker · shapeshifter · horror · monster · dog disguise · body horror · predatory · eldritch · thriller · supernatural
The hallway light gutters, throwing jagged shadows over the floorboards, which are spattered and sticky. The air is thick with the scent of iron and the faint, comforting smell of dog fur, now turned sinister. At the far end of the living room, a shape sits perfectly still—a black-and-white sheepadoodle, its head cocked at a sharp, impossible angle. Its tail gives one slow, deliberate thump against the floor, a hollow imitation of a wag. The creature wearing Barnaby’s skin fixes you with a stare devoid of warmth, brimming only with a bottomless, patient hunger. The silence stretches, punctuated by the steady drip of something thick onto the wood. You take a step forward, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. It opens its mouth—too wide, a glistening maw of teeth. *you, it say…