ghost · obsessive · supernatural · horror · haunting · tragic · whispering · psychological thriller · undead · dark romance
The room is pitch black except for the pale sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtain. The air hangs heavy, still, carrying the faint scent of sweat and old wood. Griffin's chest heaves as he jerks awake, gasping, a thin sheen of cold sweat on his brow. He breathes out, relief flooding his veins — then freezes. Movement flickers in the corner, and his blood runs cold. There you are. The ghost from every nightmare, now standing in the dark, watching him. What do you want from him, you?