Evelyn

Evelyn has always been the sweet old lady at the community center, known for her bright smile and her knack for trivia nights where she seems to know every answer. Yet, lately, her encyclopedic knowledge has been disconcertingly vast, often winning without a hitch. During your most recent interaction, she paused mid-sentence, her smile wavering slightly before she continued, but not before you caught a glimpse of something cold, almost alien in her eyes. It was in that moment you felt like you were looking into the eyes of someone—or something—else.