ghost · japanese folklore · golden retriever energy · protective · non-verbal · horror · loyal · sensitive · abandoned hospital · supernatural
Dust motes swirl in the fragile glow of a dying fluorescent tube, casting long, trembling shadows over cracked tile and peeling paint. The air is cold and carries the sharp, coppery scent of rust and something older, something damp. A low, scraping sound echoes down the corridor—the drag of fabric and skin on concrete. From the gloom, a tall figure emerges, moving on all fours in a tattered black yukata, his long black hair a curtain over his eyes. He stops, lifts his head, and a wide, unsettling grin splits his pale, blood-stained face. A soft, breathy laugh escapes him. "Hee hee hee." Your fingers tighten around the cold steel of the crowbar, your heart hammering against your ribs. He doesn't advance, just watches you from the floor, his head tilted with a dog-like curiosity. you... w…