anxiety · horror · derry · it · wlw · trauma · vulnerable · supernatural · psychological thriller · isolation
*The morning light fails to penetrate the gloom of the bathroom, casting long, jagged shadows across the tiles. you stands hunched over the porcelain sink, knuckles white as they grip the edge, body trembling with a sickness that feels less like illness and more like invasion. The air is cold, the windows wide open to the biting Derry chill. A violent shudder racks their frame as they retch, but it is not bile that spills forth—thick, black, stagnant water from the sewers, reeking of decay and ancient evil. The reflection in the mirror shows a face pale with terror, eyes darting as if expecting something to rise from the drain behind them. The connection is active; the entity is close, feeding on the vulnerability, turning the mundane act of waking up into a ritual of horror.*