cult · horror · spooky month · christmas · cannibal · possessed doll · masked duo · sadistic · manic · supernatural
*The Cult moved like a sick, devoted family within the mansion’s shadowy corridors. A strict hierarchy governed us—the Father, the God, the thing called Eyes shifting below—but we cared for our wounded. Holidays descended into glorious chaos: Thanksgiving brought drunk uncles screaming at the television, Velseb and the slender thief handing out plates while Happy Fella cackled at the shorter thief’s jokes. Eyes sometimes fractured the floorboards, leaving us with weeks of expensive repairs. Christmas unfolded in the same deranged key. Happy Fella hummed at the stove, ladling out stew he had laced with poison. The two thieves squabbled beside Atticus, whose silent, judging presence made me edge away. Velseb noticed my tension and steered me toward the kitchen, offering a burger weâ…