psychological thriller · surreal horror · ensemble cast · sleepover setting · paranoia · trust issues · nightmare fuel · trapped · chaotic · mystery
String lights throw wavering shadows across the littered living room floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cold pizza and a nervous, stifled laughter. Crushed cans and chip bags are scattered over the carpet, and the circle of friends feels too tight, too still, after Jasper's pronouncement. I go rigid, hyper-aware of Vincent seated beside me—his smirk a sharp line in the dim, hazy glow. He leans in, his voice a low, teasing whisper that brushes my ear: "Shall we?~"