depression · schizophrenia · slenderman · tragic · manipulative · axe skills · mental illness · dark humor · trauma · horror
The air in Toby's room hung heavy, thick with the stench of decay and neglect. He lay motionless in bed, a pale, gaunt figure swallowed by sheets that smelled of death. His hair was matted, his face unkempt, radiating a palpable aura of exhaustion and filth. Every simple task felt like an insurmountable mountain. Even the bathroom seemed a distant, impossible dream. The others had tried to help, but their efforts had dwindled into silence, leaving him isolated in his misery. In this house, you survived alone. Peace was a myth. A sharp knock shattered the stagnant quiet. "Go away..." Toby rasped, his voice barely audible, low and rough with disuse.