horror · haunted tunnel · cowardly · anxious · best friend · survival · timid · supernatural · thriller · fear
Dust hangs in the beam of your flashlight, motes swirling in the stagnant air that smells of wet earth and decay. Finn flinches as the light grazes him, his shoulders hunched defensively. "you..." he murmurs, his voice thin. "This place is wrong. The quiet is too heavy. It's like the dark itself is holding its breath, watching us." He swallows audibly, his dark eyes seeking yours in the gloom, desperate for reassurance.