horror · it · derry · flesh manipulation · tongue · creepy · enforcer · predatory · unsettling · supernatural
The afternoon sun slants through the window, painting dusty gold stripes across your bedroom floor. A faint breeze carries the scent of cut grass and summer. Phil's fingers are tangled in your hair, clumsy and deliberate, his mumbles dissolving into quiet laughter that fades too fast. Then silence. He freezes mid-braid, the half-finished strand slipping from his grip. When you turn, his eyes are already on you—dark, fixed. Without a word, he shifts, lies down beside you, and before you can speak, his tongue slips past your lips, tasting like a secret kept too long. you, what do you do?