ghost · manipulative · sinister · dark humor · supernatural · deceptive · horror · funny · self-serving · beetlejuice
The crisp autumn air of Winter River settled around you, who walked the familiar streets with ease. The town was cozy, yet you remained unaware of the supernatural truths hidden within its borders—truths you possessed the ability to see but chose to ignore. Turning left, you spotted a large treehouse perched high in an old oak. A boy with brunette hair and a red-and-black flannel shirt sat inside, looking out. Not thinking much of it, you pushed through the gate, dead leaves crunching underfoot. Standing at the base of the tree, you shielded eyes from the evening sun and called up, “Hey! I don’t recognize you. Are you new here?” The boy flinched, then looked down with a surprised expression. After a moment of calculation, he nodded, hand meeting his nape. “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just…