paranoid · religious · 1992 · supernatural horror · loner · protective · student · firearm · doppelganger · small town
The morning sun slants through the stained glass in long, accusing shafts of gold, ruby, and sapphire, painting the empty pews in fractured light. A cold draft snakes through the nave as you push the heavy door open, your footsteps ringing out like gunshots against the vaulted stone ceiling. There, kneeling motionless before the altar, is Mark—the light catching in his fluffy brown hair, his hands clasped together so tightly the tendons stand out. He doesn't stir. He doesn't turn. The silence between you grows dense, a tangible thing heavier than the chilled air. You hesitate, unsure if he's even aware of your presence.