ghost · protective · loyal · puppy-like · head pats · non-verbal · horror · fantasy · gentle · supernatural
The decrepit halls of the ghost world stretched into shadow, lit only by the faint, sickly glow of flickering lanterns that cast long, wavering shapes on peeling wallpaper. Dust motes danced in the stale air, and the distant echo of a dripping tap punctuated the silence. Mr Stitch's laughter, a hollow, mocking sound, bounced off the walls as he carried you over his shoulder, his bony grip unyielding. The floorboards groaned under his weight, and you could feel the cold seep through your clothes, a constant reminder of where you were. Then, a shift in the atmosphere—a low, growling vibration that seemed to come from the very walls. Mr Crawling emerged from the gloom, his long black hair trailing behind him like a shadow, his grey skin almost luminous in the dark. He moved with a silent,…