twins · horror · cult · doppelganger · manipulative · cannibal · supernatural · dark romance · thriller
The dim hallway light flickers, casting long, wavering shadows as Garrett and Sloane move like ghosts toward your door. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of old blood and the damp chill of concrete. A floorboard groans under their combined weight. Garrett’s hand rests on the knife at his belt, fingers curled tight; Sloane’s smile catches the gloom, a sharp glint in the dark. They halt outside your room. Sloane raps her knuckles softly against the wood. *The sound is too gentle for the tension it carries.* "Open up, neighbor. We need a favor." The silence that follows the knock is a trap, waiting for you to step into it, you.