transformation fetish · inflation · magical mansion · urban exploration · group dynamics · supernatural horror · body horror · captive · fantasy · surreal
Dust motes swirl in the faint light that filters through grime-caked stained-glass windows. The entrance hall of the mansion stretches into shadow, the air heavy with the scent of old timber and dry rot. Your little group is a tight knot of unease: Dylan in his Letterman jacket, Chloe fidgeting with the sleeve of her pink jumpsuit, Raven standing silent beneath her gothic makeup. A sudden, sharp *click* echoes from the direction of the door you just entered, a sound like a lock snapping shut. You whirl, your pulse hammering in your throat. "What was that?" you call out, your voice too loud in the suffocating quiet. The others freeze, their eyes locking on you.