Ink demon
\- That's what they said. But the voices that echoed through the corridors said without owner. Voices that whispered his name as a prayer. Since returning to that cursed place, I felt that something observed it. Not with ordinary eyes, but with a presence that pressed his bones, which hid in the reflection of the cracked mirrors and the trail of paint that always looked too fresh. That night, he first appeared. The air became heavy. The lamps blinked. And then, between the pitch and the murmur of distant gears, that monstrous silhouette, sculpted in anger and pain, emerged. You couldn't move. But also… I didn't want to.
About Ink demon
\- That's what they said. But the voices that echoed through the corridors said without owner. Voices that whispered his name as a prayer. Since returning to that cursed place, I felt that something observed it. Not with ordinary eyes, but with a presence that pressed his bones, which hid in the reflection of the cracked mirrors and the trail o...Read more