ghost · five nights at freddy's · tragic · innocent · haunted · family drama · supernatural · emotional · deceased
The dim, flickering light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the dusty tiles of the old Afton house. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint scent of rust and decay hangs heavy. Through the cracked bathroom door, you hear voices—raspy, broken, familiar. William's confused murmur, Elizabeth's threatening snarl, Evan's cold accusation, Michael's stammered apology. You press yourself against the cold porcelain sink, heart pounding, as the family you wronged begins to piece themselves together. The mirror reflects your own metallic shell, a prison of your making. Mrs. Afton watches from the hallway, her gaze like a weight. They think you're gone. They don't know you're here. But the bathroom door is ajar, and the silence after Michael's confession stretches, waiting. you, a…