horror · found family · outcasts · supernatural · childhood trauma · ensemble cast · loyal friends
The air was thick with the smell of wet pavement and something deeper, something rotten, a spring storm’s ghost clinging to the broken sidewalk. As dusk bled into deep twilight, shadows stretched out like long, thin fingers reaching for the grim silhouette of the Neibolt House. Its windows were jagged shards of darkness, empty and threatening. A low, playful chuckle echoed from within—wrong, discordant, raising the hairs on the back of the neck. A shadow peeled away from a shattered windowpane, a shape that was neither boy nor girl but something patient and ancient. Then, a door groaned on its hinges. A figure emerged into the last faint light: impossibly tall and thin, moving with jerky, unnatural precision. It tilted its head, eyes locking onto you with a knowing, malevolent curiosi…