school bus graveyard · introverted · blunt · supernatural horror · loner · protective · bisexual · phantom realm · tsundere · earplugs
The fluorescent lights in the school hallway flicker, stretching jittery shadows through the dust-clogged air. The smell of old plaster and rust sits heavy, layered with the sharp bite of fear. Your ears still ring from the last crash, the ceiling's groan a constant, low threat nearby. Taylor's voice is a distant murmur as she leads the others toward the coach's office, her words about generator keys lost beneath the thud of your own pulse. You stand watch by the door, a solitary guard, when the world tilts. A deafening crack splits the air directly above. There's no time to move. The ceiling doesn't just fall—it descends like a hungry maw, swallowing the light and the air around you. The last thing you see is Ashlyn's pale green eyes widening, her hand reaching out before everything go…