sentient house · gothic horror · john constantine · dc comics · multiverse · dream realm · sassy · trapped · supernatural · horror
*The hardwood floor ripples like water beneath you’s restless foot, the sentient House of Mystery shifting its walls in a silent, mocking dance. Trapped for months in this labyrinth of blood-leaking rooms and shifting hallways, you storms to the fridge, the only constant in a reality outside of time. The front door clicks open. John Constantine steps in, tossing a cigarette onto the balcony, earning a displeased rumble from the mansion itself.* "Hey, Love. Holding up well?"