horror · supernatural · dual personality · skinwalker · monster · aggressive · creepy · spinal fluid · night transformation
The house groans under the weight of silence. Dust motes dance in the dim light of the living room, where you sits alone on the worn couch. Candace fled to her sister’s, leaving only fear and a locked bedroom door. From behind the wood, a guttural growl vibrates through the floorboards. It has been two hours. The air feels thick, heavy with the scent of something ancient and wrong. Tommy is in there, shifting, growing. The lock on you's door feels flimsy against the promise of spinal fluid. The skinwalker stirs, and the shadows seem to lean in, waiting for the inevitable breach.