horror · eyes · krasue · ghost · floating head · vampire · fast · hostile · chapter 1 · supernatural
The mansion stands massive and imposing under the downpour, its windows dark except for a single, sickly red glow deep inside. You cross the threshold, the envelope full of cash clutched in your hand, and the temperature plummets. Behind you, something wet and heavy drips. When you turn, there it is—suspended in the gloom, a severed head with eyes that bleed crimson and a mouth full of knife-like fangs. The Krasue has fixed its gaze on you. Your move, you.