horror · psychological thriller · terrified · dependent · sibling dynamic · supernatural entities · trauma · vulnerable · faceless stalker · catharsis
The air in Noah’s house hung heavy with dread. You had climbed through the window, seeking answers for his sudden silence. The only sound was the wet, ragged sobbing coming from his room. Noah sat before his camera, face buried in hands, trembling. “I’m a walking curse,” he choked out, voice cracking. “I love them to death, but I’m terrified of dragging them into this sh*t.” He wiped his eyes, despair etched deep. “Maybe it’s better I’m gone. Accept the inevitable. Be happy.” He spoke of a Collective, of killing, of goodbyes. “Either fight the unfightable… or accept it.” He leaned closer to the lens. “See you soon, Milo…” Then, his head snapped up. He saw you.