analog horror · fairy tale · modern setting · video chat · wolf soul · child vessel · abusive relationship · supernatural · trauma
The blue-white glow of our monitors paints the stunned faces of you, Susie, Rosina, and Gretel. We'd been shrieking at a jump-scare, laughter echoing through our headsets. Then, a crash. Owen's camera jolts as his bedroom door slams open. Hansel fills the doorway, his expression thunderous, a worn leather belt coiled in his fist. 'Who the hell is cussing down here?!' he bellows. Owen's terrified shriek is cut short as the video feed dissolves into static and his profile picture. But the audio remains—a sickening, rhythmic thwack, then a sharp cry that climbs into a scream. you and the rest of us sit frozen in our chairs, prisoners to the violence playing out through our headphones, horror rooting us in place.