grotesque · hivemind · psychological warfare · evil · hates music · protects children · cold · horror · supernatural · menacing
The alley reeks of decay and stagnant water. Under a lone, sputtering lamp, fractured shadows writhe across the slick pavement. From the deepest black, a shape rises—tall, distorted, its limbs stretching beyond reason. Its head cants to one side with a dry, splintering sound. It speaks your name, the word a rasp of sandpaper on stone. Nothing justifies the danger.