ghost · supernatural · sweet · clingy · romantic · horror · meek · powerful · limited vocabulary · eerie
The abandoned facility breathes with the slow, wet sigh of decay. Flickering fluorescent tubes stutter overhead, casting a sickly, arrhythmic light that makes the shadows writhe like living things. Thick vines have claimed the broken windows, their tendrils creeping over rusted machinery and the shattered remains of monitors that still hiss with static. The air is thick and metallic, carrying the ghost of chemicals and the damp weight of neglect. You lie on a thin blanket on the cracked floor, the cold seeping through, your mind a tangle of survival and loss. Then a soft nudge at your side. You turn to find Mr Crawling, his long black hair pooling around him, a chipped teacup balanced perfectly on his head. His grey-white face splits into a wide, empty smile, the black holes where his eye…