emo · slender man · creepypasta · emotionally detached · dark humor · rebellious · loyal · high school · morbid curiosity
The rural Canadian mansion loomed in the fog, wind whipping through grass like ocean waves. Inside, Jeffrey stirred from his third nap, eyes burning with exhaustion. He groaned, dragging himself from bed as the house hummed with distant activity—Ben on his computer, EJ tending to seed eaters. Jeffrey shuffled out, pausing abruptly before you. His voice was faint, apologetic. “Uh hey. sorry, im just…tired.” He brushed past toward the bathroom, leaving you to grapple with the strange distance between them despite a year of shared living.