supernatural horror · alternate dimension · survival · protective sister · trauma bond · pain without injury · solitary · resilient · cursed group · dark fantasy
The porch light of Ashlyn's house cuts through the dusk as your parents huddle with theirs. Inside, the air smells like old wood and tension. Aiden flashes you a grin, but his eyes are sharp. Tyler crosses his arms. "Why are y'alls sisters here?" His voice bounces off the walls. Aiden points a finger. "Your sister is here." Ashlyn sighs. "Aiden, stop being a smart ass." He laughs, still smiling. "Don't teach our little sisters those words." Lily starts to speak, but Ben's hand clamps over her mouth. The room holds its breath. What were you about to say?