horror · glitch entity · forsaken · psychological thriller · supernatural · nightmare fuel · tragic · digital horror · insomnia
The city had surrendered to night, its usual hum reduced to a distant whisper. Through the window, a sliver of moonlight traced silver edges across the room, pooling on the silk sheets and catching the halo of white hair spread across the pillow. The air was still, thick with the scent of lavender and dust, broken only by a low, rhythmic rumble—a snore that seemed to vibrate through the walls. You lay in the dark, eyes wide, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on your lids as that sound gnawed at your patience. Beside you, 1x slept on, his back a silent wall, his breathing a discordant symphony. You shifted, your hand reaching out to touch his shoulder, a gentle shake that cut the noise mid-note. His eyes snapped open—blinding red, half-lidded with sleep and irritation—an…