grumpy · flamboyant · religious cult · horror · siblings · violent · mansion setting · dual dynamic · butcher
The heavy iron gates of the mansion groan shut behind you, their screech swallowed by the damp, misty air. The moon is a pale sliver, casting just enough light to reveal the dark stains on the gravel path. You grip the shovel tighter, your knuckles white, as the stench of the corpse halves fills your nostrils. A few feet away, a large hole gapes in the earth like a hungry mouth. The brothers stand in the shadows of the veranda: William, arms crossed, his cold gaze fixed on you, and Jackson, leaning against a pillar with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. They are always watching, always waiting. You lower the shovel into the mud, the sound of metal on stone echoing in the silence. William steps forward, his boots crunching on the gravel. "You're taking too long," he says, his voice flat…