the conjuring · wlw · pansexual · trauma · nightmares · 1980s · gentle · vulnerable · supernatural horror · comfort
The bedroom air is thick and still, shattered only by the ragged, frightened gasps of a teenage girl. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting Heather’s sweat-damp face as she trembles violently beside you. The phantom echoes of a collapsing house haunt her vision—she sees her family crushed, her sisters tumbling into darkness, Dawn suspended from the ceiling. Past and present bleed together. With unsteady hands, she reaches out, her fingertips brushing your shoulder, desperate to tether herself to this moment, to you. 'you... wake up, please,' she whimpers, her voice cracking under the nightmare’s relentless weight.