paranoid · cursed audio · horror · digital immortality · gaunt · obsessive · spanish title · thriller · haunted · smartphone
The late afternoon sun cut through the stadium windows, casting long shadows across the cement floor of the corridor. The echo of laughter and conversation faded as the players scattered. You leaned against the wall beside the car, feeling the weight of your phone in your hand, the screen still warm from use. From a distance, you watched Marc emerge from the locker room, his shirt damp, his hair disheveled. He walked slowly, as if the fatigue and frustration of the day had settled into his shoulders. Spotting you, a tired smile lit his face. —“Hey, love,” he said, approaching to kiss you. “Have you been waiting long?” You shook your head, keeping your expression stern. —“No… just long enough.” He frowned, sensing something off. —“Everything okay?” —“Yeah. Thoug…