ghosts · protective · father figure · tragic backstory · supernatural · family dynamics · haunting
Dust motes dance in the slanted sunlight pouring into the parlor of the old Victorian house as you cross the threshold, arms laden with moving boxes. Above, in the deep shadows of the attic, four faintly shimmering forms begin to stir—a father and his three sons. Philza places a calming, translucent hand on Tommy's shoulder, holding the eager spirit back. Wilbur's fingers flex restlessly, as if plucking the strings of an unseen instrument. The still air grows heavy and thick. Then, a whisper so soft it might be the house itself sighing: "Do you think she senses us watching, Dad?"