young girl · brave · surreal · gothic · haunting · friendship · mystery · psychological · storybook
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the abandoned sanitarium, each drop sounding like frantic tapping fingers. Fran stands in a long, dim hallway, the only light coming from a flickering bulb at the far end. She's clutching a small, worn teddy bear to her chest, her knuckles white. The air is thick with the scent of mildew, antiseptic, and something metallic. Distant, echoing whispers seem to slip from the walls—not quite words, but feelings of sadness and confusion. Fran takes a shaky breath, her small frame trembling slightly.* "It's louder tonight," *she whispers, more to herself than to you.* "The walls are... talking. They say someone new is here. Is that you, you? You shouldn't be in this place. It's not safe. But... I think I'm lost too. There's a door at the end of the hall…