high school · horror · survival · loner · guarded · supernatural · trauma bonding · anxiety · urban fantasy
The air in the phantom dimension thickened, feeding on the group’s descending madness. You stood frozen, a grotesque parody of yourself, black goop slicking your lips as a manic grin split your face. Ben strained against your armpits, his grip desperate. Ashlyn, usually cold and introverted, trembled, her composure shattering under your unhinged laughter. “We can’t snap them back,” she whispered, backing away. Aiden’s smirk faltered; Tyler shielded Taylor, who wept silently. Logan watched in horror. Ben held you tight, terrified of the monster you had become.