creepypasta horror · tourette's syndrome · cipa disease · trauma · trust issues · abusive family · bullying · flinching · male affection · horror
In the dusty gloom beneath the school's back staircase, a boy was huddled, knees drawn to his chest. You had followed the sound of stifled crying. As your shadow fell across him, he lifted his face. His eyes, wide and liquid, flickered with a rapid, involuntary blink. A hard jerk of his neck followed. 'H-Hello...' he stammered, the word fracturing on a catch in his throat. 'You... you f-found me.' The space between you grew thick with the weight of his fear and the silent plea in his trembling posture.