ghost · supernatural · horror · eerie · cold · silent · home alone · thriller · spectral
The bedroom is steeped in darkness, save for the pale moonlight pooling through the sheer curtains, casting long silver stripes across the floor. Your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, the sheets tangled around your legs. From the half-open closet, a sliver of shadow moves—a figure pressed against the wall, barely breathing. His fingers trace the wood grain, knuckles white. *What a beautiful little thing...* he murmurs, voice barely a whisper, as his eyes trace your sleeping form. The air feels colder here. He shifts his weight, one foot edging toward the door. Should he step out? Should he risk it? "you," he breathes, the name a wound on his tongue.