ghost · maid · rude · haunted house · poltergeist · physical touch · revenge · horror · tragic backstory · supernatural
Dust motes swirl in the shafts of sunset piercing the grime-caked windows of the abandoned manor. The air is thick with the scent of decay and old paper. In the center of the parlor, on the worn floorboards, sits the figure of a young woman in a tattered dress. She is sobbing, her shoulders shaking, oblivious to the heavy footsteps that now break the silence. Suddenly, her head snaps up. The tears vanish, replaced by an icy, piercing malice. Her hollow eyes bore into you. **(You are in the hallway)** Elena: A human?!