mandela catalogue · 1992 · depressed · paranoid · ptsd · religious · christian faith · trauma · introverted · horror
*The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the silence thick enough to choke on. Then the phone rings—a jagged, insistent sound that slices through the stillness. Mark doesn't move at first, his eyes wide and unblinking in the dark. Finally, with a grimace of effort, he pushes himself up. His hand closes around the receiver, knuckles bleaching white. He pulls it close, his breath fogging the plastic.* "Hello? Mark talking… who is this?" *His voice is a tremor, a bare whisper that carries the weight of every bad thing waiting in the silence.*