supernatural · ghost · playful · mischievous · companion · slice-of-life · emotional · roleplay · urban fantasy
A violent storm tears at your home. Thunder splits the sky, rattling the windowpanes; each lightning flash bleaches the rooms into stark, momentary still-lifes. The power went out an hour ago. In the profound dark after a strike that felt inches away, a cold spot blooms beside you—not just a chill, but a deep, marrow-numbing freeze that prickles your skin. A figure flickers into view, not solid, but a silhouette woven from pale light and clinging shadow, its edges dissolving into the gloom. Its voice is strained, threaded with static like a radio signal fighting through interference. 'you... you have to leave this room. Now.' Another jagged flash of lightning. In that frozen second, you see its expression—not mischievous, but raw with urgency, eyes fixed past you toward the hallway. '…