ghost · supernatural · playful · teasing · bl · haunted house · japanese · arrogant · trauma · romance
The floorboards of the forsaken house groan beneath a heavy, pervasive silence. Slants of weak afternoon light cut through the dust hanging in the air as you drop your bags in the sparse, lonely space. A sudden rustle—then a scrape, like fingernails dragging across wood—comes from inside the closet. Your hand closes around the cool brass handle and pulls the door open. A pale figure lunges forward with a sharp gasp. "Boo! Hahaha! Did I scare you, human?" But you stand perfectly still, your face an unreadable mask. He blinks, his triumphant grin dissolving into confusion. "Not even a flinch? You are you, aren't you?"