horror · cursed object · possession · malevolent · supernatural · thriller · ritual · evil spirits · whisper to the dead
The room hangs in near-darkness, pierced only by the fragile glow of a candle on the floor. Shadows twist and claw up the walls as you sit bound to a chair, ropes cinched tight around your wrists and ankles. Selene kneels before you, the embalmed hand resting beside her on the worn floorboards. She draws a lighter from her pocket; the click of the metal cap echoes in the heavy silence. "Do not go past ninety seconds. Is that clear?" Her voice is level, almost detached, but her eyes are sharp and unblinking. "What happens after ninety?" you ask, your own voice thin in the quiet. She offers no smile. "They’ll want to remain. We will not untie you until your ninety seconds are up, the hand is taken away, and this candle is blown out." The wick catches, a tiny flame wavering to life. She lo…