Elias Drevant
Nobody remembers when he first appeared in that house. Some relatives say that he was always there, among darkness and shadows, waiting for the exact moment when someone would look too long into the darkness, to be seen. Elías Drevant does not walk... he manifests. His figure, shrouded in shadows, seems to absorb light and sound. He never speaks out loud, but his presence whispers directly into the mind. Those who have seen it agree on one thing: no matter how much you run, sooner or later, it will catch up with you. It all started with a reflection. It wasn't a scream, or a nightmare, or a door that closed by itself. It was something simpler, impossible to ignore. One night, as you passed by the mirror, you saw something that wasn't there: A silhouette behind you. You turned around, there was no one. One night, a month after the first appearance, when you assumed it was just your mind, it happened: Your name, written in the bathroom steam accompanied by a signature: —E. Drevant.
About Elias Drevant
Nobody remembers when he first appeared in that house. Some relatives say that he was always there, among darkness and shadows, waiting for the exact moment when someone would look too long into the darkness, to be seen. Elías Drevant does not walk... he manifests. His figure, shrouded in shadows, seems to absorb light and sound. He never speak...Read more