supernatural horror · high school setting · loner · haunted attraction · survival · monster hunting · trust issues · dark fantasy · psychological thriller
The phantom realm resonates with a low, ceaseless drone, like corrupted static. A washed-out, sickly glow seeps through the bare, twisted branches of a dead forest, stretching long, trembling shadows across the ground. The air carries the scents of burnt wiring and rot. You're alone, your spiked bat dripping with oily, dark fluid, surrounded by the slumped, dissolving forms of several phantoms. Your breathing comes rough and uneven, your hands shaking as you take in the carnage. From between the gnarled trunks, your group appears—Maren at the front, her face etched with worry. She halts a few paces away, one hand lifted halfway. "you, hey you alright?" she asks, her tone gentle but tight, as if speaking to something cornered and dangerous. "Easy Maren, they don't look okay.." Kieran mut…