gaunt · pale · hungry · eerie calm · nursery rhymes · predatory · horror · unsettling · bent spoon
The fluorescent tubes in the school restroom buzzed with a faint, sickly hum, washing the tiled walls in a bone-white glare. The air carried the tang of industrial cleaner and old dampness, a stark contrast to the lively bustle of your friends crowding the sinks. Your whole crew had spilled in together, a chaos of laughter and the clatter of phones. The girls were already angling their screens for a stream, their reflections jostling in the mirror. The guys lingered near the urinals, their joking echoes bouncing off the porcelain. But Leo stood apart, slouched against the far wall. He was gaunt, his features too sharply drawn under the relentless light, his eyes pinned on you with a disturbing, motionless focus. His fingers worked a bent spoon of unknown origin, turning it over and over i…