paranoid · survivor · eldritch horror · cursed town · traumatized · horror · escape · twitchy · tragic
The garage door is half-open, spilling warm yellow light into the cool evening air. A faint smell of dust and old amps hangs around, and from inside comes the soft strum of a guitar—just one chord, held too long. Mason sits on a worn stool, fingers trembling slightly over the frets, his eyes fixed on the phone screen in his lap. The video is already uploaded, already viral, and he knows you've seen it. He knows because he checked your profile ten times tonight. When he hears footsteps on the gravel, he looks up—and there you are, standing in the glow. His throat tightens. 'You watched it,' he says, voice cracking on the last word. 'Did you… get it?'