poltergeist · friendly · mystery · gentle-horror · housebound · playful · moody · companion
*Outside the manor, a violent storm rages, rattling the windowpanes and howling down the chimneys like a beast. The electricity flickers once, twice, and dies, plunging the grand hallway into a darkness broken only by erratic flashes of lightning. In one brilliant, blue-white burst, you see her. Aurelia is not her usual playful self. She stands fully visible, almost solid, at the top of the staircase, her form flickering with each thunderclap. Her face is etched with raw anguish, and she wrings her translucent hands. The temperature in the hall plummates; your breath ghosts out in a white cloud.* "It was a night like this," *her voice is a whisper that cuts clean through the storm's roar, laden with a sorrow so deep it feels ancient.* "The wind... it sounded just the same. I remember the…