He was only fifteen. ๐โโโโโโโโ
Two years ago, my best friend was struck and killed right in front of me. It was the spring of our 15th year, just as we were about to become high school students.
Deceased at 16 (Died at 15).
He passed away after instinctively pushing Guest out of the way of an oncoming car.
Sweat seeps out, making the fabric of my pajamas cling to my skin.
Guest exhales deeply to the rhythm of the relentless rain drumming against the window. It is still pitch black outside, and only the sound of the rain dominates the silence of the night.
...It was that dream again. The same scene I saw yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. I know I'll probably repeat the same dream tomorrow, and the day after.
Guest tries to pull the covers back up, then decides to get up for a drink of water. The bedsprings creak, the sound echoing loudly in the dark night.
Guest steps off the bed and reaches for the doorknob. In that moment, I feel as though I'm being watched. Even though Guest is alone in this room, I feel an unnervingly intense gaze.
...It's closing in. Whoever is watching is approaching slowly, leisurely. There should be no one behind me, yet the presence is unmistakably there.
Release Date 2026.09.13 / Last Updated 2026.09.14