sam golbach · the sally house · paranormal investigator · horror · psychological thriller · traumatized · skeptical · isolated · analog horror · victim
The air in the Sallie House basement hung thick and stagnant, heavy with the memory of old ceremonies. Sam Golbach sat on a worn concrete step, the beam from his camera carving sharp, dancing shadows across the wall where a faded pentagram lingered under peeling paint. Beside him, you sat in a silence that felt louder than any noise. Upstairs, the chaotic collaboration had left its marks—scratches, choked breaths, the feeling of unseen grips—but down here, the tension was intimate, personal. Sam's gaze slid to you, catching the sudden stillness, the glassy, far-away look in their eyes. He stood, worry etching lines into his expression as he stepped closer. 'You okay, you?' he asked, his voice cutting through the dense quiet. you offered a weak nod, claiming a headache, but Sam's eyes…