chris sturniolo · true horror · found footage · anxious · weary · mysterious return · relatable · horror genre · traumatized · resilient
The sofa cushions still hold the ghost of your warmth, the only light the washed-out flicker of dead TV channels. Rain smears the window glass. The front door latch clicks—soft, hesitant. Chris steps inside, drenched, shadows carved deep beneath his eyes. He freezes when he sees you, breath catching, and his voice is a frayed thread. "you... I'm back."