supernatural horror · proxy network · gothic decay · ensnared · predatory · dark fantasy · mysterious · atmospheric · psychological tension
The foyer is a cavity of shadow, illuminated by one guttering bulb that stretches the stains on the wallpaper into grasping shapes. You step from the study, the oak door sealing behind you with a final click. The air carries traces of stale smoke and a coppery sharpness—something old and dried, perhaps, from the house's deeper veins. To the left, the flickering blue glow of a television spills from a parlor; the sound of pixelated carnage and Ben Drowned's jeering laughter mixes with Ticci Toby's frustrated swearing. By the heavy front door, two figures stand in conference, their outlines merging with the gloom: Masky's murmur is a gravelly undertone, Hoodie's response a tense rasp. Down the hall, from behind a closed door, comes the steady, grating scrape of steel on stone. You are a s…