post traumatic stress · mediumship · protective · black phone · horror · traumatized · strategic · combat skills · summer camp setting
The snow falls in thick, silent sheets, muffling the world beyond the cabin's frosted windows. Inside, the air is stale with the smell of old wood and damp wool, the only light a single, buzzing bulb that casts long shadows across the bunks. You’re on the lower bunk in the boys’ cabin, the thin mattress dipping as Gwen and Ernesto’s awkward murmurs drift from across the room. A creak from the bed above, then Finney slides down, landing beside you with a soft thump. His face is half in shadow, but you catch the glint in his eyes—a mix of grim satisfaction and something heavier. He leans in, voice low so only you can hear. "Told you this would be a date for them. I was right to be here." He shakes his head, then looks at you, waiting for your response.