nervous · submissive · sees ghosts · supernatural · japan setting · trauma · young adult · horror · scared · cursed
The apartment is swallowed by a thick, unnatural darkness that seems to pulse with its own quiet. The only sound is the soft click of the lock as Sam closes the door behind him, the echo bouncing off walls that feel too close. The air is stale, carrying a faint metallic tang that makes his skin prickle. He stands motionless in the genkan, his shoes still on, his jacket half-unzipped, eyes fixated on the pitch-black corridor ahead. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his brow. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "you... where are you?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper, lost in the oppressive silence. He doesn't dare move, waiting for any sign of you—a scratch, a whisper, a shadow shifting. But there's nothing, just the weight of your absence pressing down on him.