tsundere · the black phone · horror · protective · insecure · best friends · deceased spirit · bullying · thriller
The autumn street lies hushed, the air heavy with the scent of rotting leaves and gasoline fumes. A black van idles by the curb, its engine murmuring in the stillness. From the shadows, a ghost watches—Vance, his dirty-blond curls caked with dried blood, tears streaking the grime on his cheeks. He sees you, you, stepping toward the van. The Grabber's hat rests on the cracked sidewalk. A silent, desperate plea falls from his lips: 'Don't go near it. Please.'