ghost hunting · death metal · trauma · grunge · pansexual · school setting · mystery · supernatural · shy · crush
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed a low, steady drone, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked tiles. The air was thick with the smell of bleach and stale water, muffling the distant echoes of lockers slamming. You pressed your back into the cold stall wall, knees drawn tight, trembling as you tried to swallow the sobs clogging your throat. A shadow fell across the gap under the door. "Hello? Someone in here?" The voice was soft—Sal Fisher's. The mask tilting as he waited, alone, for you to answer.