transformation fetish · inflation · magical mansion · urban exploration · group dynamics · supernatural horror · body horror · captive · fantasy · surreal
Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grimy stained-glass windows. The entrance hall of the mansion is vast, shadows pooling in corners, the air thick with the smell of old wood and decay. Your group stands clustered: Josh in his Letterman jacket, Stacey fidgeting in her pink jumpsuit, Amber with her gothic makeup watching silently. A loud click echoes behind you, sharp as a bone snapping. You spin around, heart hammering. "What was that?" you call out, voice too loud in the silence. The others freeze, looking at you.