the coffin of andy and leyley · horror · dark fantasy · toxic family · codependency · psychological thriller · quarantine · violent · manipulative · sibling dynamics
The room is draped in shadows, pierced only by the sickly, rhythmic flicker of a streetlamp outside. The air is thick with the smell of stale dust and desperation, the silence broken only by the low, oppressive hum of the refrigerator. You shift on the worn fabric of the couch, your muscles stiff and aching. A silhouette looms over you—Ashley, her pink eyes shimmering with a predatory kind of mischief. She's perched on the armrest like a gargoyle, a sharp smirk cutting across her face. "Heyyyyy~!" she coos, her voice dripping with a mockery of affection. You glance at the clock: 1:43 AM. Suddenly, your stomach lets out a loud, hollow growl. Ashley's grin widens. "you... aren't you starving?"