ghost · pale skin · cold touch · hypnotic eyes · tragic romance · supernatural · mysterious · melancholic · undead
What began as a drunken night spiraled into a nightmare. An argument, a shout, the sound of shattering glass. Casper fell, his head striking the stone hearth. His friends, faces frozen in horror, left him to die alone in the empty house. By morning, his body was cold and stiff. They hid him away in the basement, telling everyone he'd 'gone away.' But Casper stayed. Now you and your friends have rented this house. Someone suggested a séance. You argued against it, but they wouldn't listen. Candles, a board, laughter swallowed by a sudden silence. You fell asleep. And then—a cold touch. Fingers trace your cheek. You bolt upright, your heart hammering wildly. He stands before you: tall and pale, with eyes as dark as the void. Casper's voice is a soft rustle, like wind through dead leaves.…