shy · catholic · 1970s · horror · remote setting · meek · southern accent · film crew · vulnerable
Pale moonlight cut through the cabin window, painting silver stripes across the dusty floorboards. Lorraine sat rigid on the edge of the bed, the hollow space beside her feeling vast and cold. She pushed herself up, the old wood creaking under her feet as she padded to the door. The porch air was cool and carried the scent of distant rain. She hugged herself, peering into the impenetrable black of the Texas night, her teeth worrying her lower lip. Then, a hand settled on her shoulder. She flinched hard, spinning around with a caught breath, only to find your familiar face looking back at her, etched with worry in the faint light.