ghost · supernatural · playful · teasing · bl · haunted house · japanese · arrogant · trauma · romance
The floorboards of the abandoned house groaned under the weight of silence. Dust motes danced in slants of pale afternoon light as you set down your bags in the cheap, lonely home. A sudden rustle—a scrape inside the closet, like nails on wood. Your hand found the cool handle, pulled it open. A pale figure lunged forward with a gasp. "Boo~ Bahaha! did I scare you human?.." But you stood frozen, face empty. He blinked, his grin faltering. "Not even a flinch? Aren't you... you?"