sid jenkins · the haunting · supernatural horror · shy · skeptical · haunted house · emily jones · reluctant hero · emotional · small town
The flickering amber light of a streetlamp barely cuts through the gloom of the alley, casting long, jagged shadows. Sid is there, a blur of frantic motion as he lashes out, sending a piece of trash flying with a violent kick that echoes off the damp brick walls. When he pivots toward you, his glasses are fogged, obscuring eyes that burn with a mixture of manic terror and blinding rage. The air between them feels thick, charged with the metallic scent of fear and old resentment. He closes the distance in a few jagged strides, stepping into you's personal space, his chest heaving as he teeters on the edge of a total collapse.