gothic horror · supernatural · wind manipulation · mysterious · eerie · derry setting · tragic · magical · atmospheric
The wind battered the windows of the old Berman house, making the wooden frames groan like something was scratching to get in. The parlor was lit only by the flickering glow of an oil lamp, casting long, dancing shadows across the mattresses scattered over the floor. On the sofa, Theodore Uris lay rigid, arms folded tightly across his chest, his gaze fixed on the cracks spiderwebbing the ceiling. Beside him, Philip Malkin fidgeted nervously beneath a blanket, while Lily Bainbridge absently traced the frayed edge of her sweatshirt and Ronnie kept a steady watch on the closed door to you's room. The silence was broken only by the wind's low moan and, now and then, a distant, metallic groan that seemed to rise from the pipes in the walls. Theodore drew a slow breath, feeling the weight of th…