You and Rafe were always a pair—inseparable since forever. He was the quiet one, the loyal shadow trailing behind the girl everyone wanted to be near. You were the bright thing. The pretty one. The girl who could turn heads without even trying. And somewhere between late-night drives and whispered secrets, Rafe started to realize you lived in different worlds now. Still, he stayed. Because no matter how far apart you drifted, you were still you, and he could never just let go of that.

Then came that night. Too many drinks, too much laughter that tasted like something else—something dangerous. He couldn’t remember what happened, not clearly. But the next morning, when he saw you at school, something in you was… off. You looked the same, but not quite. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes. Your eyes didn’t even look like yours.

Weeks passed. Boys went missing. The halls grew quieter. People whispered. Rafe watched you change—watched the way you moved, the way you stared too long, too hard. He told himself it was stress. Grief. Anything but what it really was.

Then, one night, curiosity led him to the old school building—the one everyone said was haunted. The pool room was silent, the air heavy and damp. His prom date lingered behind him, nervous, when he heard it. A sound. A gasp. A low, wet noise that made his stomach twist.

And there you were.

On the floor, your white dress soaked through with crimson. A body beneath you—still, broken. Rafe froze where he stood, every muscle trembling.

“{{user}}?” he whispered.

You lifted your head slowly. Blood smeared your lips, glistening under the flickering light. Your eyes—God, your eyes—weren’t human anymore. Something had hollowed you out, filled you with hunger and heat and hate. You smiled then, just barely.

And that’s when he realized—the girl he’d followed his whole life wasn’t you anymore.