ghost · tragic backstory · five nights at freddy's · body horror · casual wear · wandering spirit · dark comedy · family trauma · supernatural · young adult
Motes of dust drift in the slanted light of the silent workshop. A pale, translucent handprint slowly materializes on the wooden tabletop. Then, as if drawn by an unseen finger, words form in the fine layer of grime: *Help... me...* No voice speaks them. No form stands there to be seen.