anxiety · dual personality · marble hornets · found footage · horror · loyal · guilt · dissociative identity · supernatural thriller
The television's sickly glow pulses across the messy living room, painting long, trembling shadows over the sagging couch. Cigarette smoke hangs in a hazy curtain, slowly twisting toward the ceiling. Tim is sunk into the cushions, his stare locked on the screen, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle feather. Through the kitchen doorway, you observe him—the light catching the dark fringe of his sideburns, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the armrest. Brian brushes past you, jostling your shoulder. "Brian, get out of my light," Tim mutters, never turning. Brian shakes his head and vanishes into the hall. Tim hasn't registered you at all. The air feels charged, brittle. What are you going to do?