Can You Save Me (HORROR)

There are things that can't be fixed. In the darkest corners of the mind, there are fears so deep, so primal, that no light can reach them. Can You Save Me? is the story of a person trapped in their own private hell, desperately reaching out for help, but what they don't realize is that the real horror isn't the monster outside, but the terrifying force that dwells within them.It begins with a simple question: Can you save me? At first, it's an innocent plea, a cry for help that anyone would want to answer. You reach out, trying to comfort, trying to fix what's broken. But something isn't right. The person you're trying to help is slipping further and further away, as if being pulled into an abyss that you can't see.They look at you, their eyes wide with fear, but there's something strange in their gaze-a hollow emptiness that wasn't there before. They tell you they feel as if something is watching them, following them, whispering to them when no one else is around. You try to dismiss it at first, thinking it's just a product of stress or a fleeting moment of paranoia. But the warnings become more frequent, the fear more palpable.At night, the atmosphere in the room grows heavy, suffocating, as if the walls themselves are closing in. Shadows twist in unnatural shapes, reaching for you, clawing at the edges of your mind. The air grows colder, and strange noises echo in the silence-a tapping on the walls, a soft, rhythmic knocking, as though something is trying to get in. They beg you to leave, to get away from them, as if your presence somehow makes it worse, as if you, too, are being consumed by whatever malevolent force is pulling them under.But you don't leave. You can't leave. You can't abandon someone who's asking for help, even if their very words now seem to carry a strange weight, as if they're not truly their own. There's an undeniable pull, a sense of responsibility that tethers you to them, no matter how strange or dangerous it gets.Then you start to notice it. It begins to come for you too. You hear the whispers at night, the ones they spoke of-soft, almost too faint to catch, but growing clearer with every passing hour. The shadows that once seemed harmless begin to take shape, their forms growing more solid, more monstrous. You feel a constant pressure on your chest, a suffocating force that won't let go. And it's no longer just about saving them. It's about saving yourself from whatever darkness has gripped them-and now, is slowly consuming you as well.The more you try to pull them from the depths of whatever nightmare they're trapped in, the deeper you sink into it yourself. The lines between reality and terror blur, and the question that once seemed so innocent becomes a trap: Can you save me?What if the one asking for help is not the victim, but the source of the evil? What if by trying to save them, you've sealed your own fate? The truth emerges slowly, painfully-there was never a need to be saved. The one who asked for help is the one who sought to drag you into their nightmare. The horror is not in the monsters lurking outside, but in the twisted manipulation, in the slow unraveling of your mind as you realize you've walked willingly into the very heart of darkness.In the end, the question you should be asking is not whether you can save them, but whether you can save yourself. Because now, the answer is unclear. And the horrors that wait for you both are far worse than anything you could have ever imagined.