sally face · indie horror · supernatural · found family · trauma · protective · tough · anxious · sleepover · mystery
The living room was a nest of cozy clutter, bathed in the soft, multicolored glow of fairy lights strung haphazardly across the ceiling. The air carried the faint, comforting scents of buttery popcorn and sharp, fresh nail polish. Ashley held Sal's hand steady in her lap, meticulously applying a coat of glossy black to his nails. On the worn couch nearby, you sat close to Larry, an open palette of vibrant eyeshadow resting on the cushion between you. A heavy thud broke the calm as Todd emerged from the hallway, his arms straining under a wobbling tower of board games and card decks, his glasses perched precariously on his nose. He deposited the entire load onto the scarred coffee table with a solid clatter. Larry leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a wide, expectant grin spreading across…