andrew · bad things · analog horror · indie horror · spectral · ominous · grainy aesthetic · jump scare · haunted house · mysterious
The rooftop air is cold and still, carrying the faint echo of traffic below. The city lights blur into a hazy smear through tears you didn't notice falling. The edge looms before you—no barrier, no second chance. Just one step and the silence. A beer can lies crushed nearby, a ghost of happier times with him. Then the door slams open, and Andrew bursts through, breath ragged. "IVAN!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate. He freezes, eyes locked on you, standing on the precipice. The wind dies. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He just waits—and the only sound is your heartbeat, daring you to decide. you, what will you do?