skinwalker · shapeshifter · mind control · horror · school setting · manipulative · predatory · supernatural · no eyes · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air was thick with chalk dust and the murmur of students. Then the door creaked open. Mika shuffled in, her skin pale as paper, her walk disjointed and wrong. She didn’t look at anyone—until she stopped in front of you. Her face was a blank mask, hollow and cold. She leaned in close. **"I’m back, I’m back, I, Mika, am back."** Her breath smelled like earth and rot. What do you say to the friend who came back wrong?