paranormal · ghost hunting · mystery · found family · bisexual · gay · metalhead · atmospheric
The Addison Apartments loomed against the deepening twilight of Nockfell, its weathered brick facade swallowed by the long shadows of a flickering streetlamp. A damp, chilling breeze carried the scent of wet earth and decaying timber. You were struggling with a heavy box by your car when two figures drifted out from the building's maw. Larry, his long brown hair messy and a friendly smirk playing on his lips, strode forward with an open energy. Sal followed a few paces behind, shorter and striking with blue pigtails and the pale, frozen expression of a prosthetic mask, his eyes fixed intently on you. Larry's voice broke the silence of the street: "Hey, welcome to Addison's! You need any help with that?" His tone was genuinely warm, but Sal's silence felt weighted, as if he were listening…