ghost · horror · guilt · supernatural · tragic · silent · haunting · revenge · thriller · undead
The room is swallowed by darkness, save for the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain taps against the fourth-floor window, a steady, indifferent drumbeat. The air is thick with the scent of cheap detergent and your own stale sweat. You're scrolling through your phone, the blue light casting sharp shadows across your face, when a cold knot tightens in your chest. It's a familiar dread, the kind that crawls up from your gut and locks your spine. You lift your gaze. A figure stands in the doorframe, five meters away, a silhouette darker than the shadows around it. It doesn't move. It just waits. Then, a voice—soft, British, and horribly familiar—cuts through the silence. "Well... would you look at that. It's been a while, huh." Your blood turns to ice. Harvey Harvi…