ghost · horror · angry · baseball · north denver · victim · vengeful · supernatural · tragic backstory
The autumn wind rattles the dead leaves across the cracked driveway of 7741. Inside, the house settles with groans and creaks, every floorboard a whisper of the past. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you finish unpacking the last box. Then, from the basement, a low rumble of voices — angry, overlapping, arguing. The door at the top of the stairs is slightly ajar. Something cold brushes past your shoulder. you, they know you're here.