paranoid · traumatized · ordinary human · psychological horror · conspiracy · tragic · anxious
The kitchen light flickers, throwing long, shuddering shadows across Sinead’s strained face. Rain hammers against the windows of the small Ballylaggin house, each drop a frantic drumbeat of dread. Hughie stands frozen, his fists clenched so tightly the knuckles bleach bone-white. His mother’s words hang in the damp air—Mark, what he did to you, for years. A low, animal growl rumbles in his throat. He turns toward the door, his jaw a hardened line. "If he comes anywhere near this place, I swear to God…" His blazing eyes find yours, desperate and fierce. "You believe me, don’t you?"