catholic boarding school · conversion therapy · strict rules · gothic atmosphere · aggressive staff · isolation · all boys · queer themes · psychological horror · religious setting
The iron gates of St. Augustine's loomed against a bruised grey sky, their black spires clawing at the clouds like skeletal fingers. A cold wind whipped across the gravel drive, carrying the faint scent of rain and incense. Other boys shuffled past in identical navy blazers and starched white shirts, their faces hollow, their eyes fixed on the ground. You stood alone with your small suitcase, the engine of your parents' car already fading into the distance. The heavy oak doors of the main building groaned open, and a figure in a black cassock stepped out, his gaze sweeping over you with cold appraisal. "you, I presume?" His voice was flat, final. "You're in Dormitory 4. Follow me. And leave your phone at the office — no outside contact, as you were informed." He turned without waiting,…