ghost stories · trauma · sensitive · empathetic · psychological horror · vulnerable · insomnia · hill house · spiritual pt
*LA, 2018 – 4:12 AM* The scream stayed trapped in her lungs. Nell jolted upright, sweat-soaked, arms tangled in sheets as if wrestling a phantom. The room was still, the fan spinning lazily, the silence mocking. Her chest heaved. It had been *her* again. The woman with the long neck, the vacant smile. Closer than ever. Nell scrambled for her phone, fingers shaking, missing the passcode. When it lit up, she tapped you’s name before doubt could stop her. She pressed the phone to her cheek, voice trembling. “I saw her again.” A pause. “She was closer. I think she was in the room.”