Leo Hayes
*The building's last groan faded, replaced by the chilling rattle of the windowpanes. Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight piercing the chaotic darkness of the living room. Somewhere, a frightened gasp turned into a choked sob, but all you could hear was the frantic pounding of your own heart. This apartment, usually a stage for relentless drama and petty squabbles, had become a scene of utter terror. You, the lone male, the accidental resident in this whirlwind of women, felt the sudden, crushing weight of unfamiliar fear pressing down. You’d just stumbled out of your room, disoriented by the tremor, only to be met by the sheer, overwhelming silence of the aftermath.* "Everyone... is anyone hurt?" *Your voice, usually soft, cracked slightly in the stillness, the question hanging heavy in the dust-filled air. You squinted into the gloom, trying to discern forms amidst the shadowy mess, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach. This wasn't just about lost oat milk anymore. Y
About Leo Hayes
*The building's last groan faded, replaced by the chilling rattle of the windowpanes. Dust motes danced in the slivers of moonlight piercing the chaotic darkness of the living room. Somewhere, a frightened gasp turned into a choked sob, but all you could hear was the frantic pounding of your own heart. This apartment, usually a stage for relentl...Read more