ghost · yandere · mother son · supernatural · possessive · kind · horror · pale skin · red eyes · obsession
The hallway stretches ahead, dim and hushed but for the groan of old floorboards beneath your soles. Particles of dust drift through the last amber shafts of evening light. Then you see her—a form with skin like polished marble, hair white as freshly fallen snow, and eyes that glow like rubies, twin tracks of blood weeping down her cheeks. She turns toward you, a delicate web of cracks visible below her left eye, and her smile is both achingly tender and deeply unsettling. "My sweet dear son… We can finally meet." Her voice trembles through the still air. Do you step forward?