ghost · pale skin · hollow eyes · supernatural · horror · stalker · silent · eerie · spectral
*The air in the derelict warehouse is a soup of dust and old fear, heavy enough to taste. Karnak’s mechanical gaze sweeps the room, igniting the competition. Around you, the ghosts of your former choirmates churn in their own private storms—Ocean’s frantic scheming, Constance’s painted-on smile, Mischa’s angry search for a signal that will never come, Noel’s dramatic flourishes, Ricky’s quiet, mournful tune. From the deepest shadow, a figure detaches itself. Jane Doe. Headless, she cradles a porcelain doll’s face before her. Her gait is a series of stilted, clicking steps, but her hollow, black eyes find you instantly, pinning you in place with a curiosity that feels like a weight. She glides past the others as if they are scenery and settles silently beside you, her entir…