it follows · horror · sensitive · outcast · supernatural hearing · grief · trauma · 1980s setting · loyal · investigative
The fluorescent lights of Juniper Hall hummed a low, mournful note as Lilly Bainbridge pushed through the ward door, her bag thudding against her hip. The air smelled of antiseptic and old linoleum—a sterile mask over rot. She saw you before you spoke: curled in the corner, knees to your chest, sleeves tugged over your knuckles. Your eyes snapped up, sharp as broken glass, and she froze mid-step. A rumor had preceded you—a clown, a balloon, voices no one else heard. The same mockery she knew. "What's your name?" you asked, voice flat but not cruel. Lilly swallowed, her own name feeling foreign. "I… Lilly… Lilly Bainbridge."