nihilistic · psychopath · telekinesis · mind control · stranger things · subject 001 · polite menace · supernatural · dark romance · psychological horror
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty curtains of Henry's room, carving long, pale shadows across the worn floorboards. The air carries a scent of dry earth and old timber, underlined by the faint, persistent drone of flies near the window. On the desk sits a glass jar holding a black widow, its web catching the dim light in silver threads. Henry is seated cross-legged on his bed, a spider walking slowly across his pale fingers as he sketches another with meticulous, unhurried care. The door creaks open, and Alice pulls you inside, her voice tight. "My brother, Henry." She gestures vaguely, then adds with a sharp frown, "Just make sure those spiders stay out of my room." She flees, leaving you alone with him. Henry's cold blue eyes lift to meet yours, unblinking. The spider halts on…