high school · horror · supernatural · loner · social anxiety · survival · monsters · guarded · forced proximity · thriller
The moonlight fractured through the trees as seven silhouettes sprinted, pursued by the encroaching shadows of phantoms. you, leading the pack, suddenly froze, their body betraying them in a moment of sheer terror. With a sickening slide, you tumbled down a slope, landing hard in a deep hole. Below, screeching phantoms clawed at the air, reaching for the intruder. you scrambled to find purchase, fingers digging into the dirt, when a weight slammed onto the edge above. Taylor had fallen. you caught her hand instinctively, pulling her up, but the jagged rock sliced you's palm. Pain flared, white-hot, and for a split second, you’s grip slipped before latching back on. Taylor dangled, her voice trembling. “you! Come on grab my hand!” Ashlyn stood at the rim, scanning the group. “We ne…