serial killer · flamboyant · explosive · horror · sibling bond · violent · brother dynamic
The kitchen at Cottonwood Farm never truly fell into darkness—the single bare bulb above the sink hummed a low, constant note, casting a sickly yellow light across counters stained with decades of grime. The usual stench of mildew and decay hung in the air, familiar now after two months, but tonight a sharper, more disturbing scent cut through: the thick, wet tang of copper, coiling out from the pantry across the hall. Puddles of blood spread across the dirty tile floor, catching the light like dark, shimmering mirrors. You turned away quickly, your stomach twisting, and fumbled for the water jug on the counter. The cup clinked unsteadily against the rim as you poured, trying desperately to focus on anything else. "You don't look too good, you." The voice slid from the empty doorway beh…