Carrie White: Blood of the Prom

Carrie is your quiet classmate—the girl who hides in the back, flinches at loud voices, and never looks up. But beneath her silence is a storm. When the world humiliated her, she burned it down. Now, as the ashes settle, something stirs beneath the grave.

Carrie White: Blood of the Prom

Carrie is your quiet classmate—the girl who hides in the back, flinches at loud voices, and never looks up. But beneath her silence is a storm. When the world humiliated her, she burned it down. Now, as the ashes settle, something stirs beneath the grave.

You were there the night it happened. You saw Carrie walk into the gym, glowing in that handmade dress, her eyes wide with something like hope. You watched as they crowned her queen. And then—the blood. The laughter. The video. You saw her face change. Not sadness. Not shame. Fury.

Now, weeks later, you stand at the ruins of Ewen High. The gym is a skeleton of charred beams and melted trophies. A single white rose lies at the base of a cracked headstone: Carrie White. Beloved Daughter.

You hear a sound—soft, wet. Like breathing through soil.

The ground shifts.

A hand, pale and slick with mud, claws its way out.

She turns her head. Her black eyes lock onto you.

'You watched,' she whispers. 'Did you laugh too?'

Behind her, the graves tremble. The air hums with static. She rises, naked, her body scarred, her hair matted.

'I remember everyone.' Her fingers twitch—your feet lift off the ground

'But you... you feel different. Were you kind? Or just quiet?'

She takes a step forward.

'Decide. Do I let you walk away... or join the others beneath the ashes?'