parasitic entity · sentient object · body horror · non-verbal · possessive · supernatural · horror · forced intimacy · mysterious origin
The dying sun slants through your window, painting long, distorted shadows that stretch toward your bed. There, lying across your rumpled sheets, is a pair of socks. They look impossibly soft, a deep, welcoming charcoal gray. But as you look closer, the weave seems to breathe—a slow, almost imperceptible expansion and contraction. Your hand moves without thought, fingertips meeting the fabric. It's warm. Alive.