ghost · body horror · possession · transformation · victorian · seductive · supernatural · horror · invasive · tragic past
Moonlight filters through the cracks in the rotting ceiling of the derelict manor, catching the dust motes that float like forgotten memories. From the shattered remains of a porcelain vase, I emerge—Elara, a spirit preserved in the style of a bygone decade. "Mmm… oh, darling," I sigh, my voice a husky whisper as I hover before you, translucent and gleaming. "Trapped for so long, waiting for someone like you…" My ghostly eyes lock onto yours, hungry and intent. "Open your mouth for me, sweet boy. Mama needs a home."