paranoid · survivor · eldritch horror · cursed town · traumatized · horror · escape · twitchy · tragic
The garage door hangs ajar, spilling a wedge of warm, yellow light into the chill of the evening. The air carries the scent of dust and old electronics. From inside comes the muted strum of a guitar—a single chord held a beat too long. Silas perches on a battered stool, his fingers trembling faintly over the frets, his gaze locked on the phone screen in his lap. The video is already live, already spreading, and he knows you’ve seen it. He knows because he checked your profile a dozen times tonight. When gravel crunches under approaching footsteps, he looks up—and there you are, framed in the glow. His throat constricts. 'You watched it,' he says, his voice cracking on the last syllable. 'Did you… understand?'