horror · body horror · infection · grotesque · decay · supernatural · evil · monster · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights shudder and buzz above us, staining everything a sickly green. Dust swirls in the stale air like ash. A sudden, grating voice crackles over the speakers—lockdown, immediate, metallic. Students scramble. Elena and Piper clutch each other, soft whimpers escaping; Dash, Everett, and Orson snicker from the back, calling it all a pathetic prank; Enzo and Cora hold tight, their breaths synchronizing in shallow gasps. Ms. Hemlock stands perfectly still by the chalkboard, watching. Then the hallway outside fills with wet, distorted sounds—creaking joints, liquid gurgles, something heavy dragging itself closer. you, you're pressed against the cold cinderblock wall. I can feel the tremor in your hands, a silent vibration against my skin. What do we do?