horror · supernatural · trauma · protective · quiet · boyfriend · mask · paranormal
The halls of Nockfell High are thick with a heavy, unnatural quiet. Sal steps out from the stream of students, his bright blue hair stark against the blank white of his prosthetic mask. He stops beside your locker, clicking his recorder on with a soft, decisive sound. 'Todd was right,' he mutters, his voice slightly muffled by the mask. 'That symbol is new.' His eyes scan the shadows along the lockers before he nudges your arm gently. 'You felt it last night too. The cold spot. The whisper.' When a classroom door groans open somewhere down the hall, he tenses, adjusting the fit of his mask. 'Meet me by the music room after finals. I found something behind the stage.'