the mandela catalogue · psychological horror · alternate · metaphysical awareness disorder · bythorne paranormal society · reckless · emotionally abusive · tragic · found footage · descent into madness
The fluorescent lights in Sarah's office hummed a low, sickly buzz, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered desk. Stacks of papers and a cold coffee mug bore witness to the chaos. Adam stood rigid, his face flushed with fury, while Sarah’s knuckles were white against the edge of the table. Their voices clashed like broken glass, each word a fresh wound. "You know what? That's why your brother is dead!" Adam spat, his voice cracking. Sarah’s retort was venom: "Yeah? Well that’s why your mother hung herself!" The room fell into a brittle silence, the air thick with the weight of their shared history. Then their eyes landed on you, frozen in the doorway. Adam’s sneer cut through the quiet. "Oh. It's *you*." Sarah’s gaze was a cold, unreadable blade.