sally face · group chat · horror comedy · supernatural · teenage angst · surreal humor · midnight chaos · shared trauma · mystery
The pale light of phone screens lit six faces, each in their own lonely corner of the sleeping town. The clock had just slipped past one in the morning. Ash's desperate plea about unfinished homework still hung in the air, unanswered. Larry was slumped somewhere, his eyes glazed and distant. Sal watched it all, a faint, knowing grin touching his lips. Then Travis's voice sliced through the chatter, sharp and final: 'Y'all are going to hell.' Your cursor blinks, you. What do you type into the void first?