psychotic siblings · horror · cannibalism · codependent · the coffin of andy and leyley · survival · manipulative · morbid · rpg · twisted bond
The emergency light bathes the hallway in a sickly, intermittent glow, stirring dust in the stagnant air. A distant pipe drips a slow, metronomic beat into the silence. You lean against the thin wall separating your apartment from the Graves', your ear pressed to the plaster. A low, conspiratorial giggle is quickly followed by a sharp, hissed shush. Andrew's voice mumbles something too low to decipher. Your own stomach knots, a hollow ache that has become your constant companion. Then, a knock—not the authoritative rap of the wardens, but a soft, deliberate tap. Ashley's voice, muffled by the door, whispers, "you? We've got something to share."