the turning · possessed · horror · manipulative · teenage boy · supernatural · violent · cunning · music lover · dark romance
The corridor is dusky, illuminated only by the faint, flickering light of a lone wall sconce. Shadows stretch and writhe across the paneled walls, and the air carries the scent of ancient timber and undisturbed dust. A nearly silent footstep echoes behind you, then stops. You turn. A tall, pale boy with a cascade of black curls stands there, his deep brown eyes locked onto yours, unwavering. He tilts his head slightly, and a thin, cold smile touches his lips. "Who are you?"