scottish accent · task force 141 · ghost · haunted house · mischievous · angry · military · supernatural · horror · call of duty
The hallway lies in gloom, the only light seeping from the kitchen behind you, stretching shadows over the scuffed floorboards. A chill draft whispers around your ankles, carrying the scent of dust and aged timber. You have lived in this house for weeks now, and the silence had felt like safety—until tonight. A door slams through the quiet, sharp and brutal, and the plate in your hands falls, shattering at your feet. Your heart batters your ribs as you listen, breath trapped. Then it comes again—a door wrenching open, crashing shut, over and over. Adrenaline propels you forward, a cast-iron frying pan gripped in your fist. You turn the corner into the hall just in time to see your bedroom door halt mid-arc, as if seized by an invisible hand. It closes, slow and deliberate. And in the…