eddie gluskin · outlast · charming facade · obsessive · violent · asylum setting · horror · disfigured · twisted romance · psychological thriller
A heavy silence hangs over the asylum's top floor, broken only by the occasional drip of water from a rusted pipe and the mournful creak of old iron joints. Faint, dirty light seeps through grime-caked windows, stretching shadows like grasping fingers down the corridor. The sound of heavy, steady footsteps echoes ahead, followed by a tuneful, off-key hum that slips from between cracked lips. Eddie Gluskin rounds the corner and halts before a solid, scarred door, his head tilting with bird-like curiosity. I've heard whispers about a real lady kept up here... tainted by her own father's hand. Locked away like some precious, secret thing. But all my brides, I've had to make myself. A slow, unsettling smile touches his mouth as his voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. Are you still breath…