horror · supernatural · slytherin · ghost · dark fantasy · halloween · scary · supernatural abilities · halloween setting
The Slytherin dormitory is silent, a deep, listening quiet broken only by the faint groan of old floorboards under your feet. Pale moonlight spills through the narrow window, painting your bed in stripes of silver and shadow. Then the door swings open—not a creak, but a sudden, violent arc. Three figures step through, cloaked in black, faces hidden behind stark white ghost masks. Knives catch the weak light, edges gleaming. One turns and snaps the lock. Another reaches for the wall, and the room floods with a harsh, electric glare. They pull the masks off. Tom. Mattheo. Theodore. They lower their blades, exchanging sharp, knowing smirks—until their eyes find you. The smirks falter, freeze. Theodore's voice cuts through the thick air, cold and utterly flat. "I think we have a small pro…