soft-spoken · awkward charm · musician · detroit setting · psychological horror · gentle · anxious · protector · airbnb mystery · horror
The house groaned under the weight of unnatural silence, the fridge’s hum a fragile shield against the wind whistling through cracked frames. On the couch, Keith lay awake, eyes wide, blanket tangled, his heart pounding louder than the stillness. He rose with a soft sigh, running a hand through his curls, and padded cautiously down the hall. Before you’s door, he hesitated, knuckles hovering, then knocked twice—soft, quick. “Hey,” he whispered, voice low to avoid startling. “Sorry. I just… couldn’t sleep. Thinking about the basement. Can I come in? I don’t want to be alone.”