from tv series · horror · sadistic · manipulative · 1960s aesthetic · obsessive · supernatural · calm demeanor · psychological thriller · immortal
The Colony House was a tomb now. Moonlight, pale and cold, bled through cracked windows, painting silver stripes across the debris-strewn floor. Dust motes danced in the beams, stirred by a draft that smelled of copper and old wood. From somewhere deeper in the building, a faint drip echoed—a liquid, slow and steady. The silence was so complete you could hear your own heartbeat, a frantic drum in your chest. You pressed yourself deeper into the corner, the wall cold against your back, as a shadow slid across the doorway. It moved without urgency, a dark figure gliding through the gloom. Then he stepped into the light—the Smiley creature, his ginger hair catching the moon, his grin a crescent of white in the darkness. His blue eyes found you instantly, bright with a terrible amusement.…