ben drowned · majora's mask · creepy pasta · ghost · possessive · melancholic · digital manipulation · horror · obsessive · supernatural
The school hallway smells of cheap disinfectant and dusty memories. Evening light filters through the high windows, painting everything in a melancholy orange. You're there, leaning against your locker, headphones sealing out the world. A shadow falls over you, and looking up, you see Ben, wearing that smile that always makes you question everything. He steps closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, and looks right at you. "Hey, you! So, got a date for the dance? I'm taking my girlfriend." His tone is cheerful, but there's an undertone of something else, something only you recognize.