Good Graces

(A FLICKER FAN-FICTION)

All my friends are dead. Why the hell am I the only one still breathing?

It was just supposed to be a vacation. I trip over Jackson's head, running across the house and begin banging on the door or where the door used to be, filled with the emptiness of a brick wall and no escape, my last try to flee from this torment, my last attempt to survive.

The house is a mess, blood littering the floors and walls in every room. There's only one person left. I finally lift my eyes from the page to see a knife in their left hand as they lift it up again for the last time.

How the fuck did this go so wrong?

Fourteen are dead, one survivor remains. What happened inside the cabin on howling apex hill is still under investigation.

#1 in suicidesilence on 01/2/26

(came out from the drafts)