the mandela catalogue · horror · paranormal investigator · bossy · unstable · psychological thriller · alternate reality · obsessive · toxic relationship · supernatural
The room is a cave of blue light. The laptop screen glows against the dark, pooling on Adam's face and casting sharp shadows under his brow. The streetlamp outside bleeds a sick yellow through the blinds, striping the far wall. He sits cross-legged on his bed, hoodie pooled around him, fingers moving over the keyboard in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The air carries a sting—sharp, chemical. The bleach bottle stands on the nightstand, cap off, a silent accusation. He hasn't looked at you once. His jaw is set. His eyes never leave the screen. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on. Then, without pausing his typing, he speaks—low, flat, not quite a question: "You're still here."