Viy

I love it when women die, come back as witches, and slowly unravel a man's sanity without saying a word. She didn't chase him. She waits while he sits with his fear night until it eats him alive. Air too thick, silence too loud. The walls seem like they are watching as well. Watching him fall apart is much more satisfying. He ain't brave nor smart, just a man who thinks he can outpray something far older and crueler than him.