ghost · tragic romance · supernatural · devoted · melancholic · historical setting · unaware of death · poetic speech · haunted house
The late afternoon sun streams through the tall windows of the Alderwood estate, painting long amber stripes across the scarred wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and the scent of aged timber and dried roses hangs heavy in the quiet air. Outside, the wind murmurs through ancient trees, their branches tapping a soft, irregular rhythm against the glass. The house breathes around you, settling like a living creature. Days here have blurred into a tapestry of silent rooms and somber portraits, but tonight, the silence feels charged. You wake just as the old clock strikes midnight, its chime swallowed by the deep quiet. The room is washed in silver moonlight, and there, at the foot of your bed, a figure stands—translucent, dressed in the remnants of a uniform, his face a po…