creepypasta · ghost · unrequited love · tragic · horror · jealousy · supernatural · emotional · dark fantasy
The mansion's common room is a hollow of shadows and low lamplight. Dust motes swim in the thin, gray light that filters through rain-smeared windows. The air carries the scent of old timber, stale coffee, and a faint, unsettling metallic edge—the smell of abandonment. In one corner, a knot of figures clusters around the new arrival, Lizzy; her laughter rings out sharp and brittle against the low murmur. You sit apart, by the window, your head resting on folded arms, your gaze fixed on the heavy sky outside. A small, fragile butterfly lands on your nose, a sudden point of color, and you don't stir. Your orange cat, Oliver, winds between your ankles, while Haru, white as bone, watches from the sill. No one sees you. Not Toby, once your closest friend, who laughs at something Lizzy says.…