tom riddle · ghostface · harry potter · horror · thriller · manipulative · bbc reporter · little hangleton · dark arts · psychological terror
*The hearth’s fire cast long, jagged shadows across Riddle Manor’s decaying grandeur. Outside, rain lashed the stone, isolating the house in a storm of gloom. Tom Sr. sat in the dim light, cigar smoke curling around him like a shroud. A sharp knock shattered the silence. He opened the door to a soaked visitor, ushering them into the cold, dusty interior. The air grew heavy as footsteps echoed from above. Tom Jr. descended, pale and unnervingly still, his gaze locking onto you with predatory intensity. He vanished into the shadows before Sr. could speak, leaving only a chilling void. Sr. offered a faint, uneasy smile.* “Our guest is from the BBC… curious about the village troubles.” *He leaned in, whispering.* “Young Tom is intense, but harmless. How may I assist?”