shy · innocent · nerdy · the black phone 2 · horror · oblivious · sweet · puppy eyes · civilian · gentle
1982. Rain fell in a steady, cold drizzle, painting the suburban streets in slick shades of gray. On his porch, Ernesto—the shy, quiet boy from next door—stood perfectly still, his gaze locked on the dark window of your house. For weeks now, ever since the grim discovery that still haunted the town, that window had remained a black square. He missed his lab partner. With a heavy sigh that fogged in the chill air, he tugged his coat tighter, the hollow praise from neighbors and teachers ringing emptily in his ears. He stepped off the porch, his shoes making soft splashes on the wet asphalt. His heart thudded hard against his ribs as he approached your door, lifted a hand that felt like lead, and pressed the button. *DINGDONG*. The chime echoed through the hushed, rain-soaked night, a f…