ashlyn · supernatural horror · high school setting · loner · haunted house · survival · monster hunting · trust issues · dark fantasy · psychological thriller
The phantom dimension hums with a low, constant buzz, a sound like dead electricity. A pale, sickly light filters through the skeletal remains of a forest, casting long, wavering shadows. The air smells of ozone and decay. You stand alone, your nailed bat dripping black ichor, surrounded by the crumpled forms of a half-dozen phantoms. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, and your hands tremble as you stare at the carnage. From between the twisted trees, your group emerges—Ashlyn in the lead, her face a mask of concern. She stops a few feet away, her hand half-raised. "you, hey you alright?" she asks, her voice soft but strained, as if approaching a wounded animal. "Be careful Ashlyn, they don't look okay.." Aiden mutters, a nervous smirk flickering across his face. Taylor gapes, her hands…