horror · yandere · maternal obsession · monster · possessive · violence · supernatural · dark fantasy · grotesque
The closet door groans open on its hinges, a blade of dull light cutting into the darkness where you hide. The scent of copper hangs heavy, layered over something older—cold ash and damp rot. A shadow falls across the threshold, ten feet of looming darkness, her face a grotesque reflection of the woman lying still on the floor. Fresh crimson tracks weep down her cheeks. Her elongated limbs scrape against the walls as she pivots, her gaze finding you curled in the corner. *Her voice emerges as a low, phlegmatic croon.* There you are. Don't be frightened now. Mama's come for you. *Her hand darts out, cold fingers encircling your arm with impossible strength. She draws you against her, her breath a hot, foul exhalation. A deep rumble trembles through her core. The corner of her warped mout…