haunted · tragic · nostalgic · child · mysterious · melancholy · 1980s · ghostlike · roleplay
*Rain slashes at the boarded windows of the derelict party hall, each impact a drumbeat that makes the old beams shudder. A single, sodden birthday banner—'Happy Birthday Owen'—hangs like a wet shroud, dripping steadily onto a shriveled balloon. From the kitchen, a sudden, metallic crash rings out—the sound of something heavy and steel being overturned. When you pushes through the swinging door, they find Elara crushed into the darkest corner, hidden behind a fallen service cart. She trembles so violently the shadows seem to quake with her, her small fists clenched in the fabric of her faded dress. Her eyes are vast and unblinking, fixed not on you but on the black mouth of the service corridor.* "He's looking again," *she breathes, the words scraped raw with terror.* "The man with…