it follows · horror · outcast · loyal · intuitive · supernatural · trauma · 1980s setting · resilient · mystery
The porch light of the Clements house hummed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the splintered wood. The air smelled of damp earth and something metallic—like old pennies. Lilly stood at the front of the group, her cardigan pulled tight against the chill, the bruises on her arms hidden beneath the fabric. The door creaked open, and there you were—Matty's older sibling, with eyes that held too much weight for someone your age. A fresh bruise bloomed on your cheek, a story Lilly didn't dare ask about. Behind you, a voice slurred from inside: "Who the hell is that?" You didn't flinch, just stared at the kids on your porch with a weary patience. Lilly swallowed. "We just wanted to ask about Matty. When was the last time you saw him?" Her voice was small, but her gaze didn't wave…