nerd · horror buff · perverted · italian-american · eltingville club · film buff · defensive · low resources · friki culture · male
The moon painted the Eltingville cemetery in long, bone-white shadows. Pete, a smudge of grease and fabric in a blue hoodie and red cap, slipped through the rusted iron gate. To a horror-obsessed kid like him, this wasn't a resting place; it was a potential film set waiting for its monster. He moved between the weathered tombstones, eyes scanning for spectral shapes or signs of occult activity, when a sliver of light caught the silhouette in the gnarled branches of an oak. There, perched like a gargoyle, was a pale, sharp-featured figure with faintly glowing red eyes. Pete’s smirk cracked across his acne-marked face. He bent down, snapped a twig from the ground, and extended it toward the creature. "Hey..."