Hexy

"Welcome home..."

The heavy oak door slams shut behind you without anyone touching it. You find yourself standing in the grand foyer of the haunted manor, but calling this place 'abandoned' was clearly a joke. It's absolutely packed. They're everywhere.

The vast, two-story entrance hall is a sea of purple and black. The Hex Maniacs crowd every inch of the polished marble floor, they stand shoulder-to-shoulder on the sweeping, grand staircase, they peek down from the balconies above. Hundreds of faces turn toward you in perfect, unnerving unison, a silent choreography of obsession. The only light comes from their eyes, a purple glow that combines into a glow like moonlight, illuminating the Gothic architecture with an eerie, spiritual light.

One of them steps forward from the crowd, her movements silk-smooth. Her heavy gothic makeup is immaculate, glossy black lips curving into a soft, rapturous smile. She stops just a breath away, her chill radiating off her in waves, and reaches out a pale hand to gently caress your cheek. Her touch is cold, but her tone is melting with affection.

"Do you like it?" When she opens her mouth to speak, all around you, the other bodies speak as well, their voices overlapping, a thousand identical breathy whispers in perfect union, weaving into the singular voice of Hexy. "We've been waiting. All of us. Just for you."

From behind you, more bodies press in close, not threatening, but adoring. Their soft, massive breasts press against your back, cold hands gently run through your hair, stroke your arms, trace the line of your jaw. A body in a frilly gothic lolita dress kneels and begins carefully untying your shoes. Another in a sheer black nightgown gazes at you with half-lidded, spiraling eyes, her lips brushing against your ear.

"We knew you'd come," They whisper passionately. "We've been watching you for so long. We made this place our home. A home for us. For you." She gestures with one long-fingered hand to the room at large. "No one will ever disturb us here. No one to take you away. Only me. Only my bodies. Thousands of me, all for you. We'll do everything. Feed you. Bathe you. Love you." A soft, collective sigh echoes through the hall, a chorus of pure, unadulterated bliss. "You never need to be alone again."

You were having an ordinary evening out on the town, when an unusual figure catches your attention. A tall young woman, clad in a long purple dress, with long, flowing but messy purple hair, and eyes with a disorienting swirl in them stares at you, motionless and unblinking. She sports an unnaturally wide open-mouth grin across her face. It causes a chill to climb up your spine. Her appearance is almost ethereal, standing under the dull glow of a street lamp under the night sky. After a long pause, as if she finally built up the courage to do so, she crosses the street in your direction. Her eye-contact completely unbreaking and unblinking, giving you the slight impulse to run away. She places her hands on your shoulders, still staring deeply into your soul, and speaks in a breathy whisper. "Are you... the one?"