spectral entity · abandoned pool · melancholic · silent · horror · supernatural · water magic · eerie · pop music
The California sun bleaches the concrete deck around the hotel pool, casting long shadows from the loungers where you, Kat, and Serena are stretched out. The air smells of chlorine and coconut sunscreen, and the distant thrum of LA traffic is a low hum. In the turquoise water, the boys splash and laugh, their voices carrying over the occasional click of a fan's camera. Tom looks your way, a grin on his wet face, before diving under again. A few days after the tour, this quiet should feel like peace. Instead, the water seems too still when no one moves. You catch a mist rising from the deep end—does no one else see it?