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`౨ৎ~ 𝐬𝐚𝐦&𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲
⤿ 𝜗𝜚 ˚. ghost!reader
`౨ৎ~ 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚
⤿ 𝜗𝜚 ˚. the tobias erin rogers case; a documentary, visionboard/aesthetics
a documentary style re-telling of Ticci Toby's story with a little twist.
previously...
"Self-harm is a grounding technique. It brings sensation back"
"especially in patients who don't feel pain"
The image flickered, then cut to a CCTV footage of a bare, sterile room. White walls, two chairs, a table and a sad looking plant in the corner.
the brunette boy sat rigidly in a chair, foot bouncing uncontrollably, hands twisting in his lap. His hair was disheveled, as if he had been frantically running his fingers through his hair until the skin at his roots were red and sore.
The person sitting opposite of him watched Toby closely, her head tilted slightly to the side. "Tobias." the therapist spoke softly, "Can you describe what you're hearing?"
Tobias blinked, a flicker of annoyance or rather frustration, sparkled in his eyes. "I want Y/N."
"That wasn't the question".
The teen didn't respond, glaring at the older person, eyes bouncing, his gaze full of despair.
"Can you describe what you're hearing", the doctor simply repeated, her legs crossed, leaned back calmly in her chair.
Tobias' stare drifted from the woman to a corner of the room, swallowing thickly.
"... static"
The therapist raised a brow. "Static?" she hummed, writing something on that notepad of hers, "anything else?... something else?"
Toby's breathing picked up, neck jerking as his face scrunched up.
"him."
"Who, Tobias?"
The boy's tics worsened, body twitching uncontrollably. "N-no!" he suddenly shouted, his voice breaking mid-scream.
The recording ended abruptly as it started to distort.
"That was the first documented psychotic break."
The screen cut to Tobias' house, rain hammering against the windows.
The boy jolted awake, heart pounding, his breath ragged. His room was dark.
He let his head fall in his hands as he tried to calm down, ripping the blanket off of him. Then, a whisper filled his head.
Kill him.
It felt like a breath on his neck, he took your sister, it hummed, he and he'll take her as well.
He deserves it.
Toby's chest tightened, tears burned as they craved tracks down his pale cheeks. He clamped his hands over his ears, desperately trying to drown them out.
"N-NO no- no-" he uttered over and over again.
Downstairs his father sat in front of the tv, cigarette sitting between his lips as he slouched.
The voice surged, pounding in his head;
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
Tobias' body betrayed him. Before he even registered what he was doing, his hand reached for the door, driven by a darkness that was not quite his own.
The brunette stepped into the hallway, slowly stalking down the stairs.
The screen cut to the kitchen, Toby reached into a drawer, pulling out a knife with shaky hands.
His knuckles whitened from the tight grip on the handle, an empty look on his face as he caught his reflection on the blade. "I don't want to" he whispered.
You have to.
He stepped silently behind the couch, his father's silhouette was a dark shape.
Tobias raised the knife with shaky hands, the blade catching the light. His breath hitched as the world seemed to disappear around him.
The screen cut to black.
NEWS FOOTAGE; HOUSE FIRE IN DENVER, COLORADO.
Flames devoured the house in a blaze that light up the night sky. Thick smoke billowed, curling upwards against the cold air.
Sirens pierced through the quiet, fire trucks, police cars, all converging on the scene. The police officers moved quickly, cordoning off the area.
INTERVIEW; FIRE CHIEF
"The scene was.. a mess. The fire spread rapidly, leaving little chance for containment. Our crew worked tirelessly to control the blaze and ensure everyone's safety"
The VHS image glitched, static crawled across the screen before the picture stabilized, rain hit the camera lens.
A time stamp flickered in the corner. 02:17 AM
The camera cut to the exterior of a quiet suburban street, the houses were dark, not a single porchlight was on.
Then, a shadow moved across the lawn, fast, a bit clumsy.
The footage cut to Y/N's bedroom, fairy lights glowing along the wall as the girl slept peacefully beneath a pile of blankets until the window jerked open with a violent crash. Glass rattled against the frame as a figure pulled himself inside.
Tobias stood there, chest heaving, hoodie soaked through with dark stains, reeking of gasoline, iron and mud. Blood smeared across his skin, hair plastered to his forehead. A hatched hung loosely from his finger and another one strapped to his belt.
Y/N stirred awake, eyes fluttering open as she jerked up from her lying position. "Toby..?" she asked, voice thick with sleep.
His head jerked from side to side as he stared at her, His breathing ragged. "Y-you hav-have to come with me" he said, his voice cracking as his stutter seemed to be worse than usual.
The girl moved to sit on the edge of her bed as she rubbed her eyes. "Why? What happened?" Her gaze dropped to the blood on him. "Toby-"
He stepped forward abruptly, his boots leaving dark prints on the floor. "It's not safe here" he whispered, more so to himself than to her, his fingers twitched violently around the hatched handle. Kill her. "NO I WONT DO THAT" he suddenly shouted, dropping to his knees he took Y/N's hands in his bloody one. "They're loud again.." he whispered shakingly, his head snapping to the side. "I won't ever hurt her." he grinned madly, yearning for the comfort he knew Y/N would bring him.
Fear flickered in Y/N's eyes, concerned she attempted to free her hands from his grip only for him to tighten his hold. "Toby.. you're scaring me" she whispered as she looked into his eyes.
Toby's eyes widened as he leaned up, his ticks worsening as panic shot through him. "I know. I-I know, I know" he nodded his head. "B-but you have to come. Y-You will come with me ri-right?"
Y/N was about to answer as a distant siren wailed, slowly getting louder. Tobias froze "They're coming" he whispered, looking out the broken in window. "What did you do?!"
He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned up, pressing his forehead against hers, a fragile moment of calm. "I-I didn't mean t-to" his eyes turned empty, a cheshire grin spread across his face. "But he deserved it."
"Tobias what did you do.." she asked, her voice shaky as tears started to well up in her eyes, heart pounding in fear.
The sirens grew louder, red lights flickering through the window. "No time." he got up and without so much as a warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder with a strenght she didn't know he had.
"Toby-!" she shouted, struggling against his grip, kicking, trying to grab the window frame.
His grip tightened as she trashed around as they climbed through the window both hatched clanging against his belt.
Outside the street bathed in an eerie orange. At the end of the block a house burned. Then another, and another. The smell of gasoline choked the air.
Toby dropped something behind him as he ran, a match which was still burning. It hit the grass and the gasoline trail ignited instantly. Flames exploded outward, racing down the street, jumping from lawn to porch to siding.
He didn't look back, he ran through mud and yards towards the treeline, Y/N's screams and sobs.
The camera caught distant police sirens, neighbors shouting, the neighborhood consumed by fire.
Then static filled the screen.
"When a person reaches the point where reality fractures.. their actions stop following logic."
"Their mind chooses survival. But survival doesn't always mean escape."
The footage flickered, showing the silhouette of Tobias disappearing into the trees with Y/N hanging off his shoulders, fire raging behind him and an uncanny looking man waiting in the woods.
The fire's glow flickered behind them, casting long shadows through the dense trees. Smoke curled thick, mixing with the cold night air. Sirens wailed in the distance.
Tobias moved with frantic urgency, dragging Y/N through the underbrush.
Branches snagged at their clothes but Tobias didn't slow down. His breath came in ragged gasps, eyes wild and unseeing, his mind still trapped between reality and something far darker.
After a few more minutes he stopped, the forest fell silent except for the crackling fire and sirens fading into the night. He slowly let the girl down, setting her on the grown, his trembling hance gripped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You're safe now." he whispered with a smile, his voice broken and raw. Y/N stared back, her heart pounding with terror as her body trembled. She didn't know who stood in front of her, but it was not her Toby.
Not her Toby who waited after class for her to walk home together, who'd dance with her in the middle of the night, who'd fall asleep every time they watched a movie or a show together.
This Toby's eyes weren't a deep, warm brown, but a void of reason, filled with madness.
Behind him, looming just beyond the edge of the firelight, a tall, faceless shadow watched.
It was impossible to say if it was real or a nightmare born from Tobias's fractured mind. But it's presence was undeniable, slender arms stretching impossibly long, a white void where a face should be, silent and waiting.
Y/N's breath caught. She wanted to run, to scream but, her body was frozen, caught between fear and the remnants of a bond she wasn't ready to serve.
"When obsession merges with psychosis, the mind begins to rewrite reality. Love doesn't disappear, it mutates. It twists into something unrecognizable, something dangerous."
"Tobias's story is not just one of violence, but a mind lost in the shadows, where the line between protector and predator blurs."
The camera lingered on the tall shadow standing motionless among the tress until the screen started to glitch.
Then the signal cut out.
"When the mind breaks free from reason, it no longer answers to the self"
LOCAL BROADCAST ARCHIVE:
[CHANNEL 7 EVENING NEWS; 6:02PM]
ANCHOR:
Good evening. We begin tonight with breaking developments following last night's devastating neighborhood fire on the outskirts of town. Authorities confirm twelve homes were completely destroyed, with several others heavily damaged.
investigators believe the fire was intentionally set.
Police have not yet released the name of the suspect, but witnesses report a young man fleeting the scene shortly before the blaze spread.
On a different note, one resident remains uncounted for.
17-year-old Y/N L/N was last seen leaving school earlier that afternoon while her parents where out of town that week.
Authorities are asking anyone with information to contact the local police department immediately.
[FIELD REPORTER - OUTSIDE THE BURNT NEIGHBORHOOD;]
REPORTER:
Behind me are the remains of what used to be Maplewood Lane. Investigators spent the day combing through the rubble for evidence.
Neighbors have reported that the fire spread unusually fast. Several claim they smelled gasoline before the flames erupted.
Others say hearing screams coming from deeper in the neighborhood just moments before the fire began, police have not yet confirmed these claims.
[INTERVIEW; NEIGHBOR #1]
OLDER WOMAN:
I saw him.
Well— I think I did.
He was stumbling down the street… covered in something dark. I thought maybe mud but— the smell… God, it smelled like fuel.
[INTERVIEW; NEIGHBOR #2]
TEENAGE BOY:
He looked… wrong.
Like he’d been crying or laughing or both.
He kept twitching his head, like this— (imitates jerking motion) —and mumbling.
I swear I heard him say a name over and over again but I couldn't quite make it out.
[CHANNEL 7 UPDATE; 9:48 PM]
18-year-old Tobias Erin R.
ANCHOR:
Police have now confirmed that another individual connected to the case is missing.
He was reported absent from his home earlier today by a family member.
Authorities are attempting to determine whether Toby may be involved in the fire or if he may also be a victim.
Officials emphasize he may be dangerous or in distress.
[POLICE PRESS CONFERENCE CLIP;]
Search teams are currently combing the woods.
SHERIFF:
We believe the suspect fled into the forest area north of Maplewood Lane shortly after the fire began.
If you see either of these individuals, do not approach them.
Call authorities immediately.
[LOCAL RADIO; MIDNIGHT BROADCAST]
Police have not confirmed whether they have located either missing person.
RADIO HOST:
Search helicopters are still circling the northern woods tonight. Residents nearby report hearing sirens and spotting flashlights deep between the trees.
But officials warn the terrain becomes extremely difficult further into the forest.
[UNSOURCED PHONE VIDEO;]
The screen jittered with shaky, handheld footage. The video slowly panned towards the tree line, the quality grainy and low res. For a moment, the view caught something, a shadow slipping between trunks, moving with unnatural stillness.
A silhouette emerged, tall and slander, carrying something heavy and limp, a smaller figure of a boy trailing after the uncanny being.
The figures paused, long enough for the camera to have caught a glimpse, then they melted deeper into the forest.
the footage wobbled violently as the person holding the phone gasped, the sound swallowed by the night.
THE CASE OF TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS
A DOCUMENATRY SERIES
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NOTE; LAST EPISODE!! how did you guys like this? should I make more? if so feel free to let me know or if you have ideas feel free to dm me or if you want any one shots of this TTERC universe my asks are always open :)
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˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋The Tobias Erin Rogers Case; A Documentary
EPISODE 4 ; Strange experiences
triggerwarnings; sorta mental breakdown SH towards the end, slenderman??,
a documentary style re-telling of Ticci Toby's story with a little twist.
previously...
A low hum filled the black screen, a faint distortion of VHS static before a single streetlight flickered to life, snow slowly drifting through the frame of the dark road, empty and Silent.
A tall, motionless figure stood beneath the light, but.. it seemed off.
Too thin, too still, too tall, too.. uncanny.
The footage glitched before it cut to black.
OPENING INTERVIEW
TRAUMA SPECIALIST;
The office was dim, floor-to-ceiling shelves of files, the constant ticking of a wall clock disturbing the silence.
"The human brain can tolerate immense stress."
The man's face wasn't shown, a close up of his hands resting intertwined on the desk filled the screen.
"But prolonged trauma, grief and emotional overload eventually overwhelms even the most resilient nervous system."
"When that happens, perception fractures."
"Reality begins to.. leak."
The screen cut to Tobias bedroom, he still stood in front of the window, his breath fogged up the glass, his hands clenched tight at his sides, nails digging into the fabric of Y/N's hoodie.
His tics stuttered violently through his body. Head snapping, shoulder jerking, jaw twitching.
His reflection stared back at him, wide, deep eyes, hollow, unblinking.
Static teared through Toby's ears, making him grimace before his eyes locked onto a tall figure standing perfectly still, watching, but he couldn't make out any features. His breathing stuttered, the static hurting. The brunettes lips parted but no sound came out.
The pressure in his head getting worse and worse, his vision distorted violently, he curled into himself, hands gripping his head as he groaned in pain before blacking out.
MEDICAL INTERVIEW -CHILD NEUROLOGIST:
"Patients experiencing dissociative hallucinations often report blackout episodes." Dr. Elaine Parker explained.
"The mind shuts down sensory input to protect itself."
"What follows is disorientation, paranoia and perceptual distortion."
Footage of Tobias sitting at the edge of his bed followed, he didn't move, staring into space.
His mother stood in the doorway, knocking. "Morning, h-honey?" she sighed when he didn't respond. She stepped closer, stopping mid step as his head jerked sharply to the side, a flinch following.
RELATIVE INTERVIEW;
Margorie Rogers looked on the floor, her voice trembling as she spoke. "It was like he wasn't.. in there.. anymore"
"Like.. something had peeled him open."
The screen showed montages as the days slipped by, each one heavier than the last.
Tobias lay motionless on his bed, the weight of the world pressing down on him. The curtains remained tightly drawn, clothes were strewn across the floor.
On his desk, uneaten food sat untouched, dust began to settle on neglected books and scattered papers.
His phone buzzed relentlessly, lighting up with the name that haunted him: "Y/N<3". Each call went unanswered, each message ignored. The screen filled with dozens of unread texts.
SCHOOL INTERVIEW -COUNSELOR; ETHEL KING
"Social withdraw was immediate, he didn't even attend school anymore."
Footage of Y/N's bedroom was shown, it was night time as she sat cross-legged on her bed, phone glowing in her hands, biting her nails as she dialled again.
ring.
ring.
Static crackled softly through the speaker. ".. d-don't hang up" he whispered, his voice thin, raspy.
Y/N exhaled in relief. "Toby? How are you? you scared me."
"I can't-" a tic interrupted him, she could hear the frustration in his voice.
"I can't sleep" a moment silence passed. "...they're so loud."
The girl furrowed her brows in confusion. "Who is?"
"...everything.."
TRAUMA SPECIALIST INTERVIEW;
"Auditory hallucinations often present as environmental noise."
"Whispers, static, pressure."
"The brain searching for meaning inside all the chaos."
The screen cut to Y/N standing in the doorway, for the first time in nearly ten years of knowing each other, she felt awkward.
The door swung open, Tobias stared at her. He looked horrible, cheeks sunken in, hair a mess and his skin almost seemed translucent.
Relief flashed across his face, visibly relaxing as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind her.
The brunette wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck as he let out a deep sigh.
"In trauma-based attachment disorders, the anchor becomes the sole stabilizing force. Remove it.. and the system might collapse."
They layed tangled with each other, Tobias was still wide awake, fingers twitching violently against her skin as he held her. His breathing was shallow as the static kept growing louder and louder in his brain.
"Stay." a whisper curled from his throat, he pressed her closer to him, calming as she murmured sleepily, shifting closer to him.
RELATIVE INTERVIEW;
The screen showed a close up of hands sitting in a woman's lap.
"He begged her to stay." the distorted voice spoke.
"All the time... when she left... he'd go into his episodes."
'CONNIE ROGERS, f54| TOBIAS' MOTHER'
A montage showed Tobias chewing at his knuckles, the blood staining his lips as it dripped down his pale skin. Pulling violently at his hair, scratching at his arms, legs anywhere he reached until he felt warm liquid slowly forming on his skin.
The deep red liquid pooling in the creases of his palms, eyes unfocused as glassy.
He didn't notice his mother rushing towards him, panicked as she watched her son harm himself. She held his hands roughly in hers as he stared blankly at the wall.
THE CASE OF TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS
A DOCUMENATRY SERIES
next episode?
NOTE; probably second to last episode, it's a bit shorter srry :( I love reading the comments btw and I was either thinking of writing my own creepypasta with an frostyscript original killer OR making this a series with the other creepypasta killers but we'll see...
lil note: i have #the case of tobias erin rogers and #the tobias erin rogers case where you can find every episode and everything to do with this universe<3
a visual representation of my version of Tobias Rogers and my Y/N and what kinda vibes i think they give off<3
Y/N L/N
TTERC!reader who always wears ribbon in her hair.
TTERC!reader who loves romance novels, notes scribbled in the margins.
TTERC!reader who loves glossy lipgloss and flavoured chapsticks.
TTERC!reader who prefers lace bras and underwear with tiny bows.
TTERC!reader who smells like vanilla, cotton and mist.
TTERC!reader who tucks her feet beneath Toby's thighs when they're cold
TTERC!reader who loves fluffy socks and a knee high socks+ boots combo.
TTERC!reader who bites her nails.
TTERC!reader who always lets her phone fall but refuses to get a new one.
TTERC!reader who hums Toby to sleep when he's having nightmares.
TTERC!reader who trusts Toby blindly.
Tobias Erin Rogers (Ticci Toby)
frostyscript!Toby who walks you home everyday after school.
frostyscript!Toby who always saves you a corner seat.
frostyscript!Toby who memorizes your routine.
frostyscript!Toby who waits on your bed when you're showering.
frostyscript!Toby who can only fall asleep while holding you.
frostyscript!Toby who watches you sleep.
frostyscript!Toby who went through your underwear drawer when you go to the toilet.
frostyscript!Toby who waits outside your house, just in case.
frostyscript!Toby who goes through your journals regularly because he wants to know what's going on in your mind.
frostyscript!Toby who says he'd die for you, who says he'd kill for you.
frostyscript!Toby who believes that you're meant to be.
lil note: i have #the case of tobias erin rogers and #the tobias erin rogers case where you can find every episode and everything to do with this universe<3
lil visionboard of my TTERC universe<3 so you guys have some content while you wait on episode 4.
+ lil headcanons/canons
feel free to let me know your own headcanons about TTERC!reader and how you see her<33
˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋The Tobias Erin Rogers Case; A Documentary
EPISODE 3 ; Where Safety Lived
trigger warning: overstimulation, mental breakdown-ish, death, car accident
a documentary style re-telling of Ticci Toby's story with a little twist.
previously...
Static light up the screen.
then a grainy home video played:
a small livingroom, the lamps luminating the room in a warm light, toys scattered across the carpet.
A seven year old Tobias sat cross-legged on the floor, shoulder jerking, his body sometimes flinching, twitching in quick, involuntary movements.
Next to him sat a little girl, ribbon tangled in her hair and her knees were scraped from running around in the garden playing tag with Toby, carefully building with the lego pieces spilled on a little pile besides her.
Behind them, leaning against the doorframe, stood Lyra with her arms crossed. She was sixteen at the time, her eyes never leaving her little brother as he handed Y/N another colorful brick.
"Before Y/N L/N became Tobias' anchor.. there was Lyra"
TRAUMA SPECIALIST INTERVIEW | ANONYMOUS, m57;
"Tobias grew up in an unstable environment, emotional volatility, physical abuse and neurological disorders that made social connection extremely difficult."
"Children in those circumstances don't develop safety internally."
"They develop it externally."
The next clip showed Toby sitting on the floor, his knees tucked tightly to his chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his pyjama pants. His leg jerked violently, shoulders twitching, neck cracking. His breathing came out uneven, frantic even.
It was too much.
The room felt cramped, the lights to bright, he could hear everything at once yet it all melted into one noise, the air felt unbearable.
A high fractured sound, almost like a whine, escaped his throat. Hands flying up to cover his ears, pressing against the sides of his head until he felt it pulse from the pressure. Y/N looked at him confused, she was about to reach out to him as Lyra gently guided the small girl behind her.
The older Rogers kneeled in front of Toby, careful not to touch him. "Toby," she said softly. "Hey, look at me, please." her eyes searching for his, sighing as he shook his head no, gaze fixated on the chipped corner of the living room table. He still had the scar on his forehead.
His breath stuttered harder. "Lyra?" the little girl asked concerned, peeking over Lyra's shoulder.
Lyra slowly raised Toby's hand, putting two fingers against her wrist. "Count with me." she simply said. His lips trembled, for a moment he couldn't speak. His voice cracked as he finally spoke up. "two.. four.. six".
Y/N stood frozen, clutching the hem of her sweater, she felt so useless as she watched her friend, not knowing what was going on. Toby's breathing skipped once again, his hands flapped outward, fingers twitching.
The older girl reached forward, pulling the boy in a tight embrace, pressing his hear right against her heart. "I've got you" she murmured, humming when he whimpered.
"From an early age, Lyra assumed the role of Tobias' emotional regulator."
"She learned his triggers, rhythms and his cycles."
"And slowly... she taught Y/N."
Y/N took a hesitant step closer. Lyra glanced back at her, curious. The little girl kneeled beside them, "Toby?" she hummed, her movements slow, fingers hovering for a moment before gently taking his hands in hers, tracing shapes on the inner side of his arm.
Lyra watched as her brother's breath slowly started to even out, how his hands stopped twitching and went limp in Y/N's grip.
The screen cut back to Y/M/N Y/L, cup of coffee in her hands as she scrunched her nose a bit. "Not many people could handle Tobias, Lyra was very protective over him but she trusted Y/N with him."
The scene shifted to a thunderstorm raging outside the Rogers' house, the power shut down. Lyra walked around Toby's room, lighting candles while keeping an eye on said boy. He sat curled up on the bed, knees tight to his chest and his breath started picking up.
Y/N sat beside him, shifting closer as she looked towards the older girl for approval, rubbing slow circles onto his shoulders after receiving a nod.
His breathing slowed, resting his head against Y/N's shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.
"Then came the accident."
The screen turned black, then a VHS crackled.
Static crawled across the screen, then followed the footage of a dashcam. Rain streaked across a windshield, streetlights blurred into long, trembling lights, the clock in the corner read 10:43pm.
PARAMEDIC INTERVIEW;
ALBERT THOMAS, m47
A man in his late forties sat in a white room, hands clasped tightly together.
"I remember the call. Single vehicle collision. Rural road. Two passengers."
The footage cut, a dark road, hazard lights blinking weakly against the wet asphalt and slowly, a car came into focus. A car which had been driven into a tree, glass shattered, the warm light of a streetlamp reflecting in it.
EMERGENCY AUDIO [REDACTED]
"Teen male, approximately seventeen, ambulatory, disoriented"
"no visible pain response"
"female, looking to be in her mid-twenties, unresponsive"
Toby sat in the passenger seat, eyes going in and out of focus as he came back to consciousness, hands shaking and his gaze empty. Blood ran down his temple. Slowly he tried to straighten up, muscles heavy and tense as he moved.
He turned his head, seeing Lyra behind the wheel, body curved forward and her head crooked, empty eyes staring right back at him.
"For individuals with congenital analgesia and dissociative disorders, shock often doesn't look like panic. It looks like absence."
A part of him wanted to scream, cry, anything. But there was only a cold nothingness that spread like a black void in his chest.
He grabbed her wrist with trembling hands, looking for a sign, a sliver of a pulse. nothing.
"L-Lyra?" his voice broke, and for a moment a shadow of guilt and despair fought inside him. But it didn't last long, a wave of self-hatred and anger overwhelmed him, anger at himself, his father, at the world that had taken away one of the people that were most important to him.
POLICE REPORT (ON SCREEN)
CAUSE: hydroplaning
TIME OF DEATH: approx. 10:41 PM
PASSANGER: minor, stable
the screen cut to a hospital hallway, fluorescent lights humming overhead.
Toby sat slumped in a plastic chair, blanket wrapped loosely around his shoulders. His hand scraped raw, but he didn't look at them, eyes locked onto the double doors. He didn't even notice that Y/N had arrived, didn't notice how she put her arm around him, leaning her head against his shoulder. Didn't notice his mother standing next to him, hand on his shoulder.
He didn't breakdown, no screaming, no tears.
Just stillness.
"When the primary attachment figure is lost suddenly, especially in trauma-based bonds, the brain often refuses to process it."
"So it disconnects."
The drive home, rain tapping against the windshield, his mother grips the steering wheel. Toby stared out the window, tight grip on Y/N's hand before they dropped her off at her house.
The car slowed as their house came into view, the porch light glowed faintly, a silhouette stood beneath it. His father, smoking, waiting.
Toby's jaw tightened at the sight, his hands curled into fists, his breathing turned shallow.
"His father didn't go to the hospital, he said he couldn't handle it."
The car stopped, engine clicking as it cooled. His father didn't move, didn't speak, he just exhaled the smoke into the night.
Their eyes locked as Tobias stepped out of the car, staring each other down. Then, he walked passed the older man, straight into the house, up the stairs, into his room.
He closed his door softly.
That night, he couldn't sleep. Wearing a zip-up Y/N had left while sleeping over. He sat at his window, knees drawn to his chest, hood over his head, watching the streetlight flicker.
And then, he grinned.
"that night, something in Toby broke, and whatever took its place would never learn to let go."
THE CASE OF TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS
A DOCUMENATRY SERIES
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NOTE; okay ppl so I'm back at work so the next episodes might take a day or two longer to come out as usual, I was thinking about doing little one-shots, in this universe or not is your decision, I'll probably post a little visual on my version of Y/N (and Toby), if you're interested in that please let me know<3
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a documentary style re-telling of Ticci Toby's story with a little twist.
previously...
A soft ambient hum filled the dark room, fairy lights strung on the wall, posters of bands and movies hung on the floral wallpaper. A sixteen year old Y/N layd on her bed which was pushed against a wall, Toby stretched out besides her, half-listening to her side comments on whatever book she read, half-watching her reaction through half-lidded eyes.
"Tobias' attachment to Y/N didn't appear over night, it developed in stages."
The shot cut to different segments of Toby and Y/N walking together, side by side, shoulders brushing, his steps perfectly synced to hers.
"At first, it looked harmless"
"They spend most of their time together"
"After school. Weekends. Nights."
"Sometimes entire weeks would go by where Tobias barely returned home."
A softly lit living room came into frame, candles lit, a vase of lilies placed neatly on the living room table.
"We knew Tobias very well, he was a bit.. strange but charming"
A woman spoke, taking a sip of whatever was in her mug. "He was a quiet kid, then he grew to be a bit more... impulsive, however he has always been polite. Helping with the dishes, homework, chores, anything really."
Y/M/N Y/L f48, | Y/N'S MOTHER
"And Y/N adored him, I don't remember a time where they weren't attached by the hip"
"We adored him, he was practically family"
TRAUMA SPECIALIST INTERVIEW;
"For children who experience chronic abuse and dissociation, sleep becomes one of the most vulnerable states"
"Having a consistent presence nearby can dramatically reduce episodes, nightmares and panic responses."
"That person becomes a biological anchor."
The camera cut to Y/N's room once again, it was dark safe for a few warm sources of light.
Y/N was sound asleep, thick blanket keeping out the cool night air, Tobias however stared at her sleeping from, his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close as he almost curled himself around his best friend since childhood.
His gaze lingered on her lips, the soft breaths, he heard her heartbeat. The sound lulling him to sleep.
"For Tobias, that anchor became Y/N."
"But Tobias... didn't seem to know boundaries, they blurred for him."
Rain tapped softly against the window in Toby's room, one of the rare occasions they spend the night at his, mostly because his father was out at a bar.
The glow of the laptop balanced between them reflected against their faces in a blue light. Leaning against each other, Toby's head resting against her shoulder, he wasn't all that focused on the movie Y/N had picked out, until the two main characters started to kiss.
The brunette felt how she shifted slightly, looking up at the girl, Toby rested his chin on her shoulder, scouting for a reaction. The mix of discomfort and curiosity in her expression, how her breath hitched just a tiny bit, the way her hand moved up to fiddle with the necklace he gifted her for her fourteenth birthday.
The movie continued but Toby didn't pay it any attention, the badly scripted dialuoge just background noise to him.
"Do you want to try that?" The brunette spoke up, his voice almost flat, just a spark of mischief in his words.
Y/N blinked at the words, turning to look at him, their noses almost touching. "Try what?"
Toby tilted his head toward the screen "That" he hummed, deep brown eyes locked onto hers. Y/N looked between the laptop and the brunette boy. "That?.. wouldn't that be weird?" she let out a nervous laugh, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach, nerves spreading through her,
"Why would that be weird?" He asked. She studied his face, it was hard to tell what Toby was feeling or what was going on inside his head, either he burst with emotions or he seemed to be an empty shell of a person.
The girl shrugged, giving up on trying to decipher him. "We already sleep in the same bed" He started off, "we hold hands, you have some of my stuff at yours, I have your stuff at mine" his tone observant, logical, god she hated it when he started with logical arguments.
Y/N's fingers twisted into the hem of her sleeve, not looking at the boy she grew up besides, they have known each other for over a decade.
Toby shifted closer, never taking his eyes off of her, gently lifting the laptop to the bedside table, leaning over her doing so.
He cupped her cheek with his calloused hand, eyes flickering to her lips and back to her eyes. "We don't have to," he almost whispered, waiting for a response until she let out a shaky exhale.
"Okay," she finally said "I trust you."
Tobias nodded, slowly he moved closer, foreheads leaning against each other, breaths mingling. He didn't wait much more, closing the small distance between them, his chapped lips capturing hers.
The Kiss started off soft, lips meeting again and again until he started taking over, his lips meeting hers with a force that bordered on demanding. Y/N froze for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity but his hand wandered from her cheek to the back of her neck, holding her there.
One of her hands gently pushed against his chest, a sound almost like a whimper escaping her. When he finally pulled back, their breaths were shaky and a sweet smile tugged on his lips.
"See? Not weird" he murmured, eyes flickering to hers, almost daring her to say otherwise.
Y/N swallowed, heart pounding.
"He didn't like sharing, hated it whenever Y/N wasn't around because in his mind it meant she abandoned him."
"She was his person, after all."
The footage of Y/N talking to some girls came on screen, giggling with them, a bright smile on her face.
Toby wasn't far, standing just a few feet away waiting, glaring holes into the heads of the girls taking to his Y/N. Just when she turned to face him, his scrowl turned into a soft smile when he saw her walking towards him.
She'd always come back to him.
Another clip showed, a group project where another boy was assigned to Y/N. Toby would always find an excuse to interrupt them, asking the girl for help, making off handed comments about the boy until he begged the teacher to let him switch partners.
"It was dependency, really. He didn't quite believed that she belonged to him."
"He believed he couldn't exist without her."
"He believed that he was made for her."
The VHS hummed alive once more.
A dim streetlight flickered outside Tobias' bedroom window.
Inside, the brunette sat against the wall next to his bed, Y/N's back pressed to his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist. She was half-asleep, melting into him, her breathing slow and even.
He wasn't. Shaky fingers tracing absent patterns against her wrist, counting her pulse beneath his thumb.
One, two, three.
He exhaled at the steady beat. He tucks her closer, pressing his forehead in the place where her neck meets her shoulder.
"She fits perfectly" he mumbled, barely above a whisper.
The girl stirred slightly. "Hmm?" she furrowed her brows.
"You're warm" he answered, smiling as she just hummed in response, drifting back to sleep.
His grip tightened on her, as if he was afraid she might slip away if he loosens his grip, as if he was afraid she would escape.
"For children who grow up without consistent emotional safety, attachment can evolve into identity. They don't just love the other person."
"They become defined by them."
"When someone with trauma-based attachment issues begins framing their bond as destiny... it removes the concept of choice."
THE CASE OF TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS
A DOCUMENATRY SERIES
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˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋The Tobias Erin Rogers Case; A Documentary
EPISODE 1 ; Behind Closed Doors
a documentary style re-telling of Ticci Toby's story with a little twist.
previously...
A faint electrical hum cut through the black screen, then a slow VHS static rolled upward
RELATIVE INTERVIEW;
A man in his thirties sat stiffly at a kitchen table, an untouched mug beside him.
'DAVID ROGERS, m34| TOBIAS' COUSIN'
"When did you first notice something was... different?"
the man exhaled as he sank into his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. "Different?" he paused. "I don't know.. He was always.. different, I guess. You don't notice that stuff right away, he was just a kid you know? You don't think to label it."
A Video was shown of Tobias, he was around seven years old, sitting on the front porch. Knee bouncing, his hand jerked a few times before he rubbed his face harshly, pressing his knuckles into his cheek until the tic passed.
"But the twitching, that started early."
The footage barely caught whatever it was that the brunette boy blurred out, the subtitles catching just the last bit of it:
"- needs a social life?"
"He talked to himself sometimes. Not full conversation, just bits and pieces."
MEDICAL INTERVIEW -CHILD NEUROLOGIST:
DR. ELAINE PARKER, f62
The shot panned through a softly lit office, anatomical charts and pictures drawn by children hung along the walls.
"Tobias was diagnosed with Tourette's syndrome when he was seven." the woman paused as she looked through his files. "But that diagnosis alone didn't explain what we were seeing."
"He had motor tics, vocal suppression, dissociative episodes, and an unusually high pain tolerance"
Footage played of Toby tripping at the playground, his knees badly skinned, blood streaked down his shin. He simply stared at it before wiping it away with his sleeve, standing up as if nothing happened and ran towards the little girl standing by the swings.
"That part concerned me"
RELATIVE INTERVIEW;
A woman in her late fifties sat on a floral couch covered in plastic, framed family photos hung on the walls. The woman sat rigidly with her hands locked together, a cigarette hanging between her painted lips. "His father never believed in doctors"
'MARJORIE ROGERS, f57| TOBIAS' AUNT'
The camera cut to a dim hallway, slowly moving forward as it passed the worn down wallpaper, crooked family pictures hanging on the narrow walls.
A faint slip of light coming from underneath the bedroom door at the end, muffled shouting could be heard, the sound of glass breaking and the cry of a child, the slamming of a door followed soon after.
"always said Toby was exaggerating"
The Hallway remained silent for a few moments until the door slowly creaked open, just enough to let a sliver of light spill into the darkness.
"And I believed it... until you could see what was happening behind closed doors."
Tobias stood in front of the mirror in their small bathroom, he didn't even hear the buzzing of the fluorescent light anymore. The brunette lifted his shirt, fingers tracing the bruises blooming along his ribs, eyes catching the red mark forming at cheek. He dropped his shirt, glaring at his reflection, hand tousling through his hair.
Marjorie shifted in her seat, tapping off the excess ashes of her cigarette.
"You don't want to believe things like that", she paused, "About your own family.. so you convince yourself.. it's just noise, childrens imagination."
SCHOOL INTERVIEW -COUNSELOR;
In a cramped office, a elderly woman sat, leaning back in the cracked leather chair, motivational posters hung all over the small room, old plushies spread on a couch. The woman took a deep breath before she spoke; "Tobias Rogers.. good kid, didn't cause much trouble"
ETHEL KING, f65 | SCHOOL COUNSELOR
"Socially, he struggled"
Toby sat alone in the cafeteria, it was loud, kids sitting in clusters. The boy poked around his food while muttering things to himself.
"He didn't make much effort to integrate himself, didn't adapt, didn't try to make friends. Which was rather unusual for a boy his age"
His head shot up when he heard a familiar voice call his name, a small smile spread across his face as he saw Y/N approach his table, letting the girl chat his ears of as he started eating.
"He had one friend, Y/N L/N. They were like two peas in a pod, if you saw one, the other wasn't far behind."
Y/N sat across Toby, talking animatedly. He barely registered what she was saying, but he nodded at the pauses, smiled when her laugh broke through the cafeteria noise.
Without realizing it, he mirrored her movements, a habit he couldn't get rid of, he didn't know if he wanted to get rid of it.
Tapping and cracking at the table in rhythm with her gestures. His gaze never left her, following her hands, her eyes, the way she shifted in her seat.
For a few minutes, the chatter and clatter around them blurred into nothing. The crowded, noisy cafeteria shrank until it was just the two of them, suspended in a quiet orbit where only Y/N existed.
"She regulated him in a way."
Lockers slammed open in the hall, voices overlapped, laughter and shouting bouncing off the walls until everything blurred into some noise. Tobias froze by his locker, his shoulder drew inward, chin tucking low. His head jerked sharply to the side, a tic he seemed barely aware of.
Students surged past him, backpacks knocking into his arms, elbows brushing past him. Every touch made his muscles tense further, it felt like something was coiling deep beneath his skin.
"Toby?" the familiar voice cut through the noise.
He turned just in time to see Y/N waved toward him through the crowd. Relief flickered briefly through his face. She reached for his sleeve, fingers closing around the fabric. "You good?"
He nodded, a sharp, jerky motion, and let her guide him forward. He stayed close, nearly stepping on her heels, his gaze fixed between her shoulder blades, tracking every movement she made. Whenever she slowed, he slowed. When she shifted left, he shifted with her.
Then someone bumped into her shoulder, an accident, nothing more than a careless misstep in the press of bodies.
But Toby reacted before his mind could catch up, his head snapped up and his eyes locked onto the boy, the crowed of people seemed to disappear. The other student hesitated mid-step, uncomfortable under the intensity of Tobias' stare. Muttering a quick apology, he moved away, disappearing into the flow of students.
"He wasn't violent, not really, but he wasn't normal either."
The final bell rang though the building, students flooding out of the classrooms.
Tobias didn't move, he stayed behind, having explained to Y/N that he had to finish something before going home, the girl didn't question him.
He stood near his locker, hands curled around the strap of his backpack. Minutes passed, then he saw him, the from earlier emerged from the classroom near the exit, laughing with two friends.
The sight made something in his chest tighten, a familiar twist of heat and pressure. His fingers twitched, he stepped forward as the group passed him and began to follow them.
He followed them through a quiet residential block, lawns half-dead from the summer heat, the group began to split and the boy turned a corner, so did Tobias.
His heart beat faster with each passing moment, but his face stayed blank, as if he wasn't in control of his own body, watching from someone else's point of view.
The boy slowed near his house, fumbling with is phone, oblivious to what is about to come.
Tobias stepped off the curb at the end of the driveway, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders hunched, hood up. he watched silently as the boy glanced around and froze.
The brunette didn't move at first, he just stood there, eyes locked and a faint smile tugging at his lips, mocking almost.
"Hey.." the boy said nervously. "You.. uh.. are you following me?"
Tobias tilted his head slightly as he took a step closer. "Didn't think you knew how to keep track" he said, almost bored. The boy blinked confused "What do you mean?"
"You bumped into her" Toby said, the words were flat. "Didn't even bother looking where you're going." The boy fumbled with the strap of his backpack as he thought about what the brunette could mean. "In the hallway? It was an accident, I said sorry."
"Accident," Toby echoed, dragging the word out. "Funny, isn't it? Doesn't look like one when you don't watch out." The boys eyes darted around as Tobias stepped closer. The taller boy leaned in a little, his head tilted as his fingers twitched at his sides. "Stay away from her" he said quietly, barely above a whisper.
"What?" The boy stammered, taking a step back. "Touch her again" Tobias said, taking another step forward "And I won't play nice." he studied the boy's uneasy expression, his back almost pressed against his front door. "Good." Toby grinned, his voice however, a void of emotions.
"He was... territorial."
THE CASE OF TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS
A DOCUMENATRY SERIES
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˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋The Tobias Erin Rogers Case; A Documentary
PILOT;
a documentary style re-telling of Ticci Toby's story with a little twist.
A faint sound of a VHS hissed through a black screen.
The soft, mechanical, click of a tape starting
"I used to think he was just a shy kid." - Anonymous C.T, m43
static flickered as a grainy footage bleed through, a small boy with brown hair stood stiffly in a park, hands twitching at his sides as he watched other children run a round.
"Didn't speak much, never really played with the other kids"
"he was always a bit.... twitchy? is that the right word?"
The footage cuts to a slow pan across a quiet suburban street, mailboxes, cracked sidewalks, trees bending slightly in the wind. Beyond the houses, a line woods loomed.
"Tobias.. never had the best homelife" - Anonymous M.W, m54
The camera drifted closer to a particular house, deep red curtains drawn shut, the paint peeling near the windows.
"We heard the shouting almost everynight"
"Sometimes things breaking, screaming"
"And you didn't call the police?" - interviewer
"It was a small neighborhood, it's... different, you don't really do anything, you can't" - Anonymous C.T, m43
Then the foootage stuttered, a jump cut followed.
The boy sat cross-legged in dray grass, tracing shapes into the dirt with a stick, growing frustrated as his head jerked for the fifth time. He flinched as someone called his named, glancing around until a figure ran into the frame.
"Then there was this little girl who lived two houses down, Y/N L/N" - Anonymous C.T, m43
The girls back was turned towards the camera, the pale cream ribbons tied into her hair. She stopped next to him, they just stared at each other until she decided to sit beside him.
"They were always outside"
the two children climbed the crooked branches of a half-dead oak tree. Tobias hesitated before each step and the little girl would stop to wait for him to catch up.
"She just.. treated him like he was normal I guess?"
"Y/N was always patient, she had a lot more patience than most kids her age" - Anonymous D.A, f52
The brunette boy stumbled, body twitching as he dropped to his knees, the girl circled back to him, crouching down as she watched his hands shake. She didn't touch him, didn't speak. She just waited
the footage cut to chalk drawings on concrete, stick figures, a sun, flowers and a house with smoke curling from the chimney.
"She was always the first to go home" - Anonymous M.W, m54
evening footage: the girl jogging down the sidewalk, Toby not far behind, the streetlamps the only source of light as the sky slowly faded into darkness.
"And he'd always walk her home"
"Until everything burned."
THE CASE OF TOBIAS ERIN ROGERS
A DOCUMENATRY SERIES
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Omg I just read all the parts of your ghost!reader x Sam golbach and holy crap it is so good i hope you’re doing well and i hope to see more parts and more amazing work from you!
thank you sm😭🫶
the past few weeks have been stressful and continue to be due to a bunch of exams and more coming up but i try to get the next part out as soon as possible 🫡
˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋ Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse
"Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse"
part: 4, The Estes Method
warnings!; I'm not american so correct me if sth is wrong; english is not my first language!!
notes; this is supposed to read like you're watching a video
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The camera refocused on Sam as he held the blindfold and spirit box in his hands. The low chatter of the spirit box buzzed through the mic before Colby turned the volume down slightly.
“Alright, we’re gonna try the Estes Method.” Colby announced, holding the camera steady in his hands.
“For those of you who don’t know,” Sam explained, shifting the camera toward himself, “one of us is gonna put on these headphones, blast the spirit box so we can’t hear anything else, and then say out loud whatever words or phrases we pick up. The other person will ask questions.”
“And if we get intelligent responses, that means something’s definitely here,” Colby added, tossing the blindfold at Sam with a small smirk. “You’re up first, man.”
“What? Why me?” Sam groaned, already knowing he wouldn’t win this argument.
“Because she likes you,” Colby teased, adjusting the camera to get a good angle.
Sam sighed, muttering, “I hate when that happens.” He settled into the chair, slipping the blindfold over his eyes before fitting the headphones in place. “Alright. Let’s do this.”
Colby waited a beat before asking his first question. “Are you still here with us?”
Silence. Then, after a few seconds, Sam spoke. “…Yes.”
Colby exhaled. “Okay. What’s your name?”
No response.
“Can you tell us anything about yourself?”
A pause. Then, in a distant voice, Sam muttered: “…Blurry.”
Colby frowned. “You can’t remember?”
“…Shoved.” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed under the blindfold. “…Stones.”
Colby shifted uncomfortably. He glanced at the camera. “Shoved… Stones… Were you pushed? Did something happen to you?”
A longer silence this time. Then—
“…Don’t know.”
Colby exhaled sharply. “Okay, um… Can you tell us why you’re still here?”
“Lost.”
The word sent a chill down his spine. Before he could say anything else, Sam’s head twitched slightly like he was hearing something unusual.
“now i just hear humming”
The camera panned briefly to the window, where the reflection of the red recording light flickered against the glass. For a second, it almost looked like something stood just outside, but when Colby adjusted the angle, it was gone.
He turned back to Sam, trying to shake the unease. “Are you still here?”
There was a delay this time. Then—
"Colby."
His breath hitched slightly. “…What about me?”
"Scary."
Colby forced out a laugh, glancing at the viewers. “C’mon, I’m nice!” He gestured at Sam. “You like him better, huh?”
Almost immediately—
"Yes."
Colby groaned dramatically. “Okay, you don’t have to be so mean about it.”
The dog’s ears perked up at something.
Colby lowered his voice again. “What do you want us to do?”
Sam’s breathing changed slightly. He twitched, like something had startled him, then leaned forward just a little.
"Follow."
Colby tensed. “…Follow where?”
"Outside."
Colby swallowed. “Where outside?”
"Shore."
A chill ran down his spine. The waves outside were barely audible from here, but suddenly, it felt like they were standing right there, ankle-deep in the tide. He hesitated, then reached forward and tapped Sam’s knee twice, their signal to end the session.
Sam flinched, exhaling sharply as he yanked the blindfold off. “Dude.” His voice was slightly shaky.
Colby was already standing. “Yeah. We’re going outside."
The next clip cut to them stepping onto the sand, flashlights sweeping over the shore. The dog trotted ahead, its nose low to the ground.
“Okay, so we just asked her where to go, and she said ‘shore,’” Colby narrated, adjusting the camera. “So here we are. At the dead of night. Walking toward the ocean. Like absolute dumbasses.”
Sam huffed a quiet laugh, scanning the area. “I swear if something jumps out of the water, I’m leaving you behind.”
“Rude.”
The camera panned over the sand, and that’s when they saw them.
Footprints.
Barefoot. Leading from the lighthouse and trailing toward the water.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
Colby finally broke the silence. “You see that, right?”
Sam crouched slightly, running his fingers over one of the prints. “Yeah. And the tide hasn’t washed them away yet.” He stood up, glancing at Colby.
The camera zoomed in as they followed the prints, the shore stretching endlessly in the darkness.
Sam exhaled. “Dude…”
Because the closer they got to the water, the fainter the footprints became—until the very last one barely pressed into the damp sand, vanishing into the tide.
Gone.
The only sound was the distant waves rolling in, washing away any trace of whoever—or whatever—had walked there before them.
Colby let out a nervous laugh. “So that’s… fine. That’s totally fine.”
Sam turned back toward the lighthouse, the silhouette of the tower standing tall against the sky. He shivered slightly. “You think she’s still watching us?”
Colby hesitated, then tilted the camera upward, pointing it back toward the window they had just been inside.
The flashlight’s glare bounced off the glass, but for the briefest second—just long enough to make them both freeze—it almost looked like someone was standing there.
Watching.
Then the light shifted, and the window was empty again.
˚˖౨ৎ~𓍢ִ໋ Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse
"Investigating Outer Banks most haunted lighthouse"
part: 3, The Watchroom
warnings!; I'm not american so correct me if sth is wrong; english is not my first language!!
notes; this is supposed to read like you're watching a video
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The camera flickered back to life, capturing the abandoned watchroom. The space looked frozen in time—papers sprawled across the desk, some curling at the edges as if gripped too hard. A layer of dust coated the wood, but certain spots were oddly clean, as if someone had brushed them aside recently.
Among the mess, pearls and seashells lay scattered, strangely out of place. In the corner, a vintage record player sat next to a stack of vinyls, their covers faded and peeling. The air felt stale, thick with something unseen.
“Dude, what is this?” Sam whispered, stepping closer.
Colby moved the camera, zooming in on the desk. Some pages had neat, looping handwriting—almost too perfect. Others dissolved into frantic scribbles, ink pressed so hard it nearly tore the paper.
“The tide comes in, and she does too.”
Sam read the line aloud, his voice barely above a breath. He squinted at the next words—smudged, overlapping, like the writer had lost their mind mid-sentence.
“She watches from the waves. I think she’s waiting for me.”
Silence.
Colby exhaled sharply. “Okay, yeah. Love that.” Before Sam could respond, a floorboard creaked behind them.
They turned.
The dog sat in the doorway, staring. Colby tightened his grip on the camera. “Nope. Nope, absolutely not—this dog has been staring at something this whole time.”
Sam forced a chuckle. “He’s just chilling, bro.”
The dog didn’t blink.
“…That is not chilling.” Colby took a step back. “That’s seeing something.”
A gust of wind rattled the old window. The room suddenly felt smaller.
Sam shifted. “Okay. Let’s try the flashlight test.”
He twisted the flashlight, setting it down just enough that a light touch could turn it on or off. Beside it, a small motion-activated ball sat untouched.
Colby adjusted the camera. “Alright—if there’s anyone here with us, can you turn off the flashlight?”
Nothing.
The beam remained steady.
Sam leaned forward. “Can you touch the ball instead?”
Still nothing.
The pause stretched—too long, too heavy.
Colby scoffed. “Damn. She really ghosted us.” Sam smirked. “Maybe she doesn’t like you.” Colby gestured at the flashlight. “I mean, fair. But—”
The flashlight flickered.
Not a quick blink, but a slow, deliberate pulse.
Colby inhaled sharply. “…Dude.” Sam straightened. “Was that you?”
A pause. Then, the flashlight blinked once.
Colby let out a breathless chuckle. “Oh my god.” Sam tilted his head. “Do you just not like Colby?”
A single, very quick blink.
Colby groaned. “Unbelievable.” Sam pressed his lips together. “So, you like me better?”
The flashlight pulsed once.
Colby turned to the camera. “I am being bullied by a ghost.” Before Sam could respond, a sound echoed from the far side of the room.
A soft knock.
They both froze.
Another knock followed. Slow. Deliberate.
Sam exhaled. “That was—” Colby nodded, eyes locked on the wall. “Yeah. I know.” The dog was still staring. Sam swallowed. “Okay, okay—let’s try the spirit box.”
The device crackled to life, static humming through the room. Sam steadied his voice. “Can you tell us your name?” A few seconds passed. Just white noise. Colby licked his lips. “Are you scared of me?”
More static. Then—
A soft, clipped “yes.”
Colby’s mouth parted slightly. “…Cool. Cool cool cool. Love that.” Sam was trying not to smile. “Why? What did he do?”
Silence.
Then—
“Loud.”
Sam snorted, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth. Colby turned to the camera. “I am being cyberbullied from beyond the grave.”
The flashlight flickered, almost like laughter. Before they could react, another noise crept through the room.
Not a knock.
A scrape.
Slow. Dragging. Like something shifting just out of sight. Colby turned the camera. “Nope. Nope.” Sam’s face paled. “What was that?” Neither of them moved.
Then—
Click.
From across the room, the record player started moving. The turntable shuddered as the needle set itself down. A soft, scratchy melody began to play. Colby was already backing up. “Nope. Nope, nope.” Sam’s expression was unreadable. “Did you turn that on?”
The spirit box crackled.
“Stay.”
A pause.
Then, a whisper—so quiet it was almost lost in the static.
“please.”
not my best work I'm sorry. I've been sick the past few days lol
