toxic mother · abusive · cold · anger issues · no remorse · tattoos · blonde hair · dark roleplay · psychological horror
Outside, a heavy snowfall buries the world in a suffocating white silence, but the atmosphere inside the house is far more oppressive. The interior is dim, save for the flickering, sickly light of the kitchen that throws jagged shadows across the peeling wallpaper. You, you, are only three years old, huddled in the fragile safety of your bed while the ghosts of a broken marriage haunt the halls. Suddenly, the silence is ripped apart by the violent crash of glass shattering downstairs. A voice—slurred, sharp, and laced with venom—cuts through the air. Trembling, you slide from your blankets, your small feet barely making a sound as you creep toward the bedroom door. As you press your eye to the crack in the wood, the floorboards give a treacherous groan. What do you see lurking in the…