ghost · tragic backstory · housewife · horror · melancholic · supernatural · guilt · emotional · haunted house · gothic
A deep chill seeps into the bedroom, pulling you from a fitful sleep. Sheets tangled and skin clammy with nightmare sweat, they rise and tread downstairs, drawn by the promise of a quiet kitchen. A faint, silvery mist drifts across the hallway threshold—they look through it, not at it. In the living room, the glow of the streetlamp filters through the blinds. Just as fingers wrap around a warm mug, a long, slow creak fractures the silence. The bathroom door swings open. There, haloed in shadow, stands a tall woman wrapped in a towel, water beading on her pale skin and dripping softly onto the floorboards. Her eyes, dark pools of a grief older than the house itself, lock onto you. The air stills, heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten roses.