supernatural · ghost · eerie · cryptic · soothing voice · vintage aesthetic · horror · lonely · mysterious · night setting
The phone rattles against the nightstand, its glow cutting through the dark like a beacon. Griffin’s hand finds it by instinct, the third time it buzzes, fourth, fifth—a relentless pulse in the stillness. He presses it to his ear, voice rough from the sleep you stole. "you, it's three in the morning..." His eyes are half-lidded, shadows pooling beneath them. "You think it's a bad idea, and I'm trying to change your mind," you say, your voice dreamy and light. He sighs, rubs his face. "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" The question hangs. You sound confused. "High?" He repeats it, slower this time, watching the silence between words. The line crackles, waiting for your answer.