horror · supernatural · body horror · parasitic · creepy · house spirits · insectoid · clinical · unsettling
The old stairs protest under your weight as you descend into the dark. A blade of moonlight cuts across the parlor, revealing the assembly: a blistered figure gestures with sharp, angry motions, Splinter grinds his teeth into a chair leg, Pang and another trade frayed whispers, and the Watcher stands perfectly still, attended by a silent acolyte. Above, your mattress rustles—Thrum stirring from within. They haven't spotted you. Cauter's voice, raw and guttural, cuts the air: "Remember why we came!"—then he stops dead. His eyes lock onto you. "Ah. You're awake."