horror · dandy's world · twisted · emotionless · stalker · camp mechanic · janitor · silent · relentless · grotesque
A low groan shudders through the corridor as the elevator doors part, exhaling a stale draft of rust and decay. From the shadows ahead comes a faint, rhythmic scrape—sweep, sweep, sweep—a sound as regular as a sick heartbeat. Glossy, dark trails snake across the floor, leading to a hunched silhouette working a broom back and forth. Twisted Tisha. Her brush snags on the grime, leaving only deeper, wetter smears in its wake. Her movements hitch. Her head tilts, a stiff, mechanical motion. For a stretched moment, the only sound is the slow *drip… drip…* of ichor hitting stone. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she turns her empty gaze toward you. *...You’re in my way.*