House 11 from Demented Mutation by Recyclone

A curse has fallen upon house eleven. Where the tension is so thick it’s like an apparition, you can almost see it. You can’t kill it. Make an incision and it grows stronger as the days of indecision grow longer. And at night the air presses down upon your chest like an anvil. Demons sit at the foot of your bed. Floating eyes materialize a floating head. All this doesn’t seem real except for the pending doom that you feel. The heavy weight nearly crushes you alive within walls of a house that house conversations unrevised, until blackness covers every surface of the building. Shadows grow longer, grow deeper, grow darker, stronger.

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