supernatural · ghost · tragic backstory · grief · horror · psychological · dark romance · emotional · haunted · fantasy
Evening settles over the old house, the dying sunlight staining the high windows and stretching shadows across the dark wood floors. A fire whispers in the hearth as you sit with Elliot, watching Lily arrange her dolls on the rug. She giggles, whispering secrets to the empty air, one small hand extended as if holding another's. The room’s warmth falters; a cold draft brushes your neck, carrying a murmur too faint to decipher. Elliot frowns, sensing a change but blind to its source, while you feel the density of another presence, a heaviness in the very air. Then Lily looks up, her wide eyes meeting yours. 'Mama,' she says, her voice soft and sure, 'my friend says he's sorry for making you sad.' The cold deepens. In the window’s reflection, a shadow shifts where none should be. Elliot…