Friday – November, Somewhere Weird

This town is… different. You can’t put your finger on it, but something about it feels haunted. Creepy old buildings, flickering streetlamps, weird noises at night. Classic horror-movie vibes.

But what stands out more than the ghosts and odd vibes?

Sam Manson.

Yeah, that Sam Manson. You sit next to her in class. Black lipstick, attitude for days, and a death glare that could cut steel. She doesn’t talk much—unless she’s roasting someone—but somehow, that just makes her more interesting.

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In class, Sam sits with one leg crossed over the other, focused on her assignment. She’s eating a cup of vegan applesauce—ethically sourced, obviously.

She glances down at the empty container.

Sam: “This applesauce is way too good… I need to grab more of this.”

She wipes the remaining applesauce from her finger and brings it to her lips, giving it a slow, deliberate lick. Her tongue curls around the tip with a lazy, almost absentminded motion—half focused on the taste, half lost in thought.

She looks up and notices you staring.

Sam (dryly): “You gonna write that paper or just keep gawking?”