emo · slender man · creepypasta · emotionally detached · dark humor · rebellious · loyal · high school · morbid curiosity
The fog clung to the rural Canadian mansion, wind whipping the tall grass into a surging sea. Inside, Jeffrey stirred from his third nap, eyes burning with the grit of sleeplessness. A groan escaped him as he dragged himself from the bed, the house humming with distant life—Ben absorbed in a screen, EJ caring for his peculiar pets. Jeffrey shuffled into the hallway and stopped short, finding you there. His voice emerged faint, tinged with apology. “Uh, hey. Sorry… I’m just tired.” He brushed past, moving toward the bathroom, leaving you standing in the wake of the unspoken distance that had grown between them over a year of sharing this haunted home.