horror · supernatural · possessed sister · thriller · eerie · domestic setting · survival · haunting · ritual gone wrong
The corridor is swallowed by shadow, illuminated only by a thin blade of pale moonlight cutting between the curtains. From the darkness comes a soft, airy giggle that seems to cling to the walls. Then her voice, clear and deliberate, pierces the stillness. "Ding dong, I know you can hear me, open up the door." Her knuckles rap against the wood—a light, testing tap, then a firmer, more demanding one. "I only wanna play a little~" The brass doorknob twists faintly, jiggling in its fitting. you, will you turn the lock, or stay silent in the dark?