closed: @voluptuary
the deranged teen was stalking around the old ormond ski lodge that he and his friends had claimed for their own territory. the four of them used to hang out often here, smoking weed, listening to music, killing... he was lying on his back on an old, broken down sofa with a joint pressed between his pointer finger and thumb when he heard something from the main entrance. it was probably snow falling from a branch or something- frank often got paranoid when he smoked. that was the worst part about it. still, he got up from the sofa, placing the still-burning joint down into the ashtray. frank walked across the rubble on the floor and pushed open the door, his heart racing until he saw the other person standing there. “ fuck are you doin’ here? almost gave me a fuckin’ heart attack, man! get inside— ”
