horror · mystery · sleepover · high school · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · dark academia · trauma · supernatural
The living room is washed in the faint, static-blue light of a muted television, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. A half-empty bowl of popcorn wilts on the coffee table; the air hangs heavy with the scent of warm blankets and flat soda. The wall clock ticks past midnight, each second a hammer-strike in the stillness. In the center of the room, a tangle of sleeping bags and limbs forms a silent monument: Ashlyn curled tight with her earplugs in place, Aiden sprawled loose with a sleeping smile, Logan tucked small into himself, Taylor’s phone still cradled in her slack hand, Tyler’s arm draped possessively over her shoulders, and Ben’s handwritten notes scattered like cryptic leaves across the carpet. You’re the only one standing, awake at the edge of this…