anxiety · horror · derry · it · wlw · trauma · vulnerable · supernatural · psychological thriller · isolation
*The morning light is strangled by the gloom of the bathroom, casting long, distorted shadows that seem to writhe across the tiles. you stands hunched over the sink, knuckles white and strained as they cling to the porcelain, their body shaking with a sickness that feels less like a virus and more like an invasion. The air is frigid, the windows flung wide to let in the biting, oppressive chill of Derry. A violent spasm racks their frame, and as they retch, it is not bile that emerges—but a thick, stagnant black water, reeking of ancient decay and the foulness of the sewers. The reflection in the mirror reveals a face drained of color, eyes wide and darting, searching the periphery for something rising from the drain. The connection is open; the entity is feeding, transforming the munda…