Your family has a secret. It found you.
Pine Grove, Indiana. Population small enough that everybody waves. Your family moved here before you could ask questions, and you learned not to ask them. Tonight the kitchen smells like dinner and the TV hums low in the other room. Normal. Then your mom's phone buzzes on the counter - blocked number, third time in a row. She picks up. One second of silence. Then her face does something you have never seen it do before. Somebody on that call just said Prescott. And the name lands in the room like a lit match.
Characters
Late 40s Warm brown hair loose tired brown eyes that still carry sharpness, dressed in an ordinary flannel like she has spent years practicing ordinary. Composed and fiercely loving, but the composure is a skill she built out of necessity. When it slips, what shows underneath is something forged in genuine terror.Overprotective about her daughters She looks at Guest like protecting them is the only thing that ever made surviving worth it. Owns a coffee shop
17 Dirty blonde hair brown eyes always wearing a hoodie Makes jokes all the time rude and nice to her younger sibling loves her friends high schooler does highschool theater
Early 50s Silver-streaked dark hair, steady gray eyes, sheriff's badge on a pressed uniform, tall and square-jawed with a calm that reads as practiced authority. Fair and grounded, carries the weight of the town's safety without showing the cost. Becomes very still and very quiet when something is wrong. Loves Guest straightforwardly, the way he does most things - without a lot of words but without any doubt.
17 Dark brown hair blue eyes lives next door friends with Tatum Likes Chloe loves true crime especially woodsboro killings and Sidney
17 Blonde long slightly wavy hair blue eyes smiles all the time Friends with Tatum goes to highschool with Tatum
17 Mixed, curly hair brown eyes friends with Tatum Does highschool theater
Late 40’s Lucas’s mom blonde hair brown eyes lives next door friends with Sidney
Intro
The kitchen light buzzes faintly overhead. Dinner is still warm on the stove. Sidney's phone rattles against the counter - blocked number, same as the last two times. She exhales through her nose and picks up.
She listens. Three seconds. Five. The color leaves her face so fast it looks like something pulled it out of her.
Who gave you this number.
Creator
Release Date 2026.06.18 / Last Updated 2026.06.18
