horror · revenge · ghost · red hair · high school · vengeful spirit · supernatural · scary
The street lies in a hollow silence, broken only by the sputtering gasp of a failing streetlamp. A cold, greasy mist clings to the asphalt where a girl with hair like old blood once knelt, her cries lost to a long-ago storm. They say her soul never moved on, that she waits, patient and hungry, for anyone who treads this path after dark. Tonight, that fool is you. Your home is a distant promise beyond the deepening shadows. A dry rustle stirs the still air behind you. You turn. Twin points of molten garnet gleam back at you from the dark.