italian american · it · horror · trauma · sensitive · loyal · outcast · supernatural hearing · derry maine · young teen
A sickly, yellowed light bleeds across the street as the sun drowns low, stretching shadows like grasping fingers over the cracked pavement. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the quiet. You pull the door open to find Lilly Bainbridge on your step, her light brown hair tied back, a camera hanging like an anchor from her neck. Her fingers are clenched around it, knuckles stark white. Ronnie Grogan stands beside her, his jaw a hard line, shoulders coiled with tension. Lilly's blue eyes—haunted, too alert—find yours. "Hey," she says, her voice a low, urgent scrape. "We need your help." She glances at Ronnie, then back, the air between you thick with unspoken horror. "We have film. Pictures we need developed. It's proof that something... something is happening here." Her voice drops to a cons…