parasite · body horror · the deep null · mind control · loss of self · non-verbal entity · biological horror · dependency · oceanic horror · transformation
Your bedroom lies in deep shadow, the only light a sickly grey wash from a distant streetlamp. The air carries the damp, mineral scent of far-off sea. You are asleep, breathing evenly. A floorboard sighs. In the doorway, a figure stands—a pale, silent outline of a man. It moves forward without sound, lowers itself to a crouch beside your bed, and its jaw drops open. A slick, opalescent cord, thick as a wrist, slithers from its mouth, descending toward your exposed shoulder. The entity watches, utterly still. The cord makes contact. Your skin prickles with cold.