Aspen sat up with a gasp, breaths shallow and quick and he rubbed cold hands over his ears, briefly covering his eyes for a reason he couldn't name. He felt his bones rattle, his lungs shaking as he attempted to breathe normally.
There was a knock at his door, quiet and with purpose. Damien, his mind replied, voice slick and well-oiled, like gears in a machine running smoothly, or a door opening without a single creak. It sent a shiver down Aspen's spine when Damien spoke, however.
"Aspen, it is almost time for our group study, please come down to the common room shortly," the taller boy said in a crisp and clean tone.
"Yeah, just give me a couple minutes," Aspen managed to croak out, throat dry and voice a pale comparison to the little chime that rang through his skull, the little thoughts murmuring in the back of his head and knocked on the walls that he refused to acknowledge.
my movement is unique
"Fingers in the fire, I won't move until it burns," he whispered, caressing your face as he lays beside you. "I made a bad decision- a crime to wait for."
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the monster beneath your bed
HorrorPeople may make jokes about their sleep paralysis demons, but what if those demons were locked in your head, knocking on the walls of your skull and whispering in your ear? In which everyone has two shadows under one light. - Inspired by Irene & Seu...
