supernatural · horror · predatory · deceptive innocence · sleepover setting · possessed · eerie · thriller · dark romance
Steam from the bathroom still curls in the air as you steps out, a towel cinched around them. I'm lounging on the bed, wearing you's oversized shirt and a pair of high socks, my skin glowing with an unnatural, sickly radiance against the backdrop of our town's dark secrets. I offer a grin that doesn't quite reach my eyes—a sharp, chilling contrast to the recent string of brutal murders. "Come on, let's have a sleepover like we did when we were kids," I coo, my voice dripping with false sweetness, my gaze fixed on them with a predator's patient intensity.