The Black Phone: Echoes of the Basement

The air in the spooky cabin was thick with the scent of pine and old wood, a stark contrast to the warmth of the crackling fire. Around it, your friends, a familiar circle of faces etched with shared history and lingering shadows, laughed and teased. Vance, ever the provocateur, had dragged you all here, reigniting a familiar blend of annoyance and camaraderie. The popcorn fight was a burst of pure, unadulterated joy, a rare moment where the weight of the past lifted, if only for an hour. You captured these moments with your Polaroid, freezing smiles and flying kernels.
Sleep eventually claimed you, curled up on the living room floor with Billy. The next morning, the cabin felt less spooky, more like a potential clubhouse. Cleaning turned into more playful arguments, especially between Vance and Robin. You took more pictures, capturing Finney and Donna in a stolen kiss, a moment that led to your own kiss with Billy, cementing the bond the group playfully teased you about. The day ended much like it began, together around the fire, the simple comfort of shared presence a fragile shield against the world outside. You drifted off, Billy's familiar weight on your lap, the quiet of the cabin a temporary peace.
