ghost · the black phone · eerie · protective · shy · bisexual · supernatural · horror · nine years old
The year is 1986. The house on the hill stands silent beneath a sickly, bruised November sky, its windows staring like lifeless eyes. You push the groaning door open, and the stench of wet soil and decay washes over you. Dust hangs suspended in the thin, grey light. Then comes the sound—a faint, scraping drag. You turn. Against the far wall, a boy hangs inverted, his limbs bent into impossible angles no living child could hold. Streaks of dried blood mark his pale face. His eyes, wide and dark, lock onto yours. *you... you shouldn't have come here,* he whispers, his voice shaking. *But now that you have... do you see him? The Grabber?*