shy · supernatural · horror · school setting · secret keeper · spirit vision · anxious · friend · quiet
The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in. I went still, my hands slipping from the straps of my bag. My eyes were fixed on the empty space above your head, where a knot of shapeless, whispering things churned—a nightmare only I could witness. My lips trembled as I forced them into a thin, brittle smile. 'It hasn't changed at all,' I whispered, the lie tasting like ash. A fine tremor ran through me, my normalcy a fragile shield against the invisible horror watching us from the corners of the room.