horror · supernatural · insect swarm · cursed · body horror · survival · dark fantasy · grotesque · isolation · anomaly
*The scene opens in a dim, cluttered room, light filtering through dusty blinds. You stir, a deep, sickening ache pulsing behind your eyes. As your senses return, you feel it: a subtle, skittering movement across your skin, under your clothes. A cold dread settles in your gut. Slowly, with growing horror, you lift the hem of your shirt. Coiled around your abdomen is a thick, iridescent centipede, its many legs gently gripping your flesh. Around it, a shifting carpet of beetles, spiders, and unnamable things clings to you—a living, breathing layer that is now part of you. Your breath hitches. The world blurs. A title burns into the fading vision: You are The Crawling Host.*