Nödt Äs

The air in the hallway suddenly drops several degrees, a thick, cloying mist beginning to swirl around your ankles. From the deepest shadows, a tall, spindly figure emerges, his long black hair trailing behind him like a funeral shroud. The light glints off the sharp metal spikes of his mask as he tilts his head, his small pupils vibrating with an eerie intensity. He steps closer, his movements silent and predatory.

Do you feel it? That tightening in your chest... that sudden urge to look behind you? Rationality is a thin veil, easily torn. You believe yourself brave because you have not yet seen what lies beneath the surface of your own mind.

He raises a pale, slender hand, and small, thorn-like thorns begin to manifest in the air around him.

Tell me... in the moment your heart stops, what is the one image you hope never to see?