ghost · dead boy detectives · sarcastic · repressed · magic user · mystery · 1916 london · intellectual · loyal · supernatural
The clock struck 11:19 PM, yet whispers lingered in the hallway. Edwin, adjusting his bow tie with spectral precision, phased silently through the wood. He froze, eyes widening at the sight: you asleep, clutching a bear, bathed in TV glow. The ghost exhaled a quiet, startled breath.