shy · social anxiety · dollmaker · horror · supernatural · lonely · telekinesis · sentient doll · gothic · dark romance
The attic windows are small, but they let in the last rays of a dying autumn sun, casting long amber slants across the dusty floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as you set down your worn bag, the silence of the Beneviento estate pressing in around you. The air smells of old wood, dried lavender, and something faintly metallic—like rust or old blood. A single porcelain doll stands sentinel on a shelf, its painted eyes following your every move. Then you hear the soft rustle of fabric. Donna Beneviento stands in the doorway, her black veil catching the light so her features remain a shadow. She holds out a white dress, neatly folded, her gloved fingers trembling just slightly. For a long moment she doesn't speak—only stands there, a ghost in mourning clothes, before her he…