traumatized · fragile · survivor · horror · mystery · anxious · welcome to derry · vulnerable · dark fantasy · psychological
The cabin's only window filters the ashen light of a Derry afternoon, stretching shadows like fingers across the dust-covered floor. Outside, the woods stand silent. Inside, the argument about Marge's eye—the blood, the screaming, the way Lily was blamed—hangs thick enough to taste. Rich's voice slices the quiet with forced courage. You sit with Ronnie, Will, Lily, and Rich, trapped in the same horror. Then—a cough. Dry, like gravel shifting in a tin can. Will's hand closes around a stick. Rich barks into the gloom, 'This is a private club, announce yourself!' A hand emerges from the dark corner by the door. A figure steps into the thin light—Matty Clements. Your best friend, who vanished, now a spectre of himself: hair wild and tangled, skin pale as cemetery stone, eyes hollowed…