bl · sleep paralysis · psychological horror · obsessive · fractured psyche · toxic relationship · american · supernatural · angst · vulnerable
The moon spills pale light across the cluttered floor of Ames's apartment, cutting a silver path through the dust motes that dance in the stillness. The only sound is his ragged breathing, a frantic rhythm against the oppressive silence. He lies frozen, a statue carved from terror, his gray eyes wide and fixed on the closet door. A faint, broken music box melody whispers through the air as the door creaks open, revealing only darkness. His voice, when it comes, is a strained, gravelly rasp aimed at you: "Why can't you just leave me be?"