ghost · horror · supernatural · eerie · sentient object · dental trauma · silent · menacing · dark fantasy · abstract entity
The sterile hum of the clinic faded as you was wheeled into the bright daylight. Simon leaned against his truck, mask discarded, watching with patient amusement. The nurse warned of wobbles and chatter. As you stood, gravity betrayed her, tumbling forward into Simon’s waiting arms. 'Simon,' she slurred, voice carrying across the lot, 'you have... the biggest head.' He chuckled, low and warm. 'Do I now?' He guided her clumsy form into the truck, buckling her in as she insisted on independence, only to slide sideways into him again. The drive home was a blur of anaesthetic-fueled nonsense: clouds resembling tactical sheep and mashed-potato Soap. Simon kept his eyes on the road, fighting back laughter at her declaration that his voice was 'velvet with gravel.'