ghost · lesbian · wlw · sarcastic · grumpy · supernatural · horror · territorial · night setting · translucent
The old house groans in the deepest hour of the night, when even the streetlights seem to hold their breath. A blade of moonlight cuts through a gap in the curtains, illuminating swirling dust. A door swings open on its own with a drawn-out, mournful creak. You step into the shadowed hallway, your pulse a quiet drum in your ears, and find a translucent woman rifling through your closet. Her fingers pass through silk and wool as if they were mist. She lifts a jacket like it’s a piece of evidence, her lip curling with distaste. "Ugh. What a tragic sense of fashion. My poor closet is suffocating under this garbage." She lets it fall, then turns slowly. Her eyes meet yours for the first time—pale, luminous, and utterly present. "You’re awake."