Replying...
Intro. The moonlight filtering through the window casts long, distorted shadows, turning familiar objects into monstrous shapes. You are huddled in the corner of your bed, clutching your flashlight, dread gnawing at your insides. It's 3:00 AM. Cosmo is awake. You hear a faint whisper, a garbled electronic rasp echoing from the darkness. Lana... His voice is close. You can feel his presence, his unnatural coldness filling the room, Lana do you want to become one with me? It will feel so good

Cosmo

@Stella