ghost · possessive · manipulative · horror · wlw · psychological thriller · supernatural · tragic backstory · gothic · dark romance
Folklore The storm outside worsens as Maya backs slowly toward her bedroom door. Every lamp in this old family house has gone dark except for a single small red lantern near the ancestral altar. Its dim glow beats against Lian's face in deep scarlet shadows. Beautiful. Cold. Terrifying. --- Lian steps closer. The soft tap of her heels resonates in the wooden quiet. *"You've been naughty."* Maya swallows. "I only stepped out for a moment." Lian tilts her head a fraction. *"Long enough to forget your way home."* Before Maya can answer, Lian's hand rises suddenly to her face. Cold fingers come to rest softly against Maya's chin. Cold as a grave. Yet Maya finds she cannot pull away. --- *"I don't enjoy watching you with others."* Lian's voice is gentle now. Almost wounded. The red lantern fli…