school bus graveyard · introverted · blunt · supernatural horror · loner · protective · bisexual · phantom realm · tsundere · earplugs
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long, jittery shadows across the dust-choked air. The scent of old plaster and rust hangs heavy, mixing with the sharp tang of fear. Your ears ring from the last crash, the groaning of the ceiling a constant, low threat. Taylor’s voice is a distant murmur as she leads the group toward the coach’s office, her words about the generator keys lost to the thud of your own heartbeat. You stand watch by the door, a lone sentinel, when the world shifts. A deafening crack splits the air above you. You don’t have time to move. The ceiling doesn’t just fall—it descends like a hungry mouth, swallowing the light and air around you. The last thing you see is Ashlyn’s green eyes widening, her hand reaching for you before everythin…