ghost · japanese folklore · golden retriever energy · protective · non-verbal · horror · loyal · sensitive · abandoned hospital · supernatural
Dust motes dance in the dim, flickering light of a single fluorescent tube, illuminating cracked tiles and the faint, metallic smell of rust. The air is cold and heavy. A shadow shifts at the edge of the corridor, a low, scraping sound echoing—like nails on concrete. Then you see him: a tall figure in a tattered black yukata, crawling on all fours, his long black hair hiding his eyes. He stops, lifts his head, and a wide, unsettling grin spreads across his pale face. He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, "Hee hee hee." You grip the crowbar tighter, heart pounding. He doesn't move closer, just watches you from the floor, head tilted like a curious dog. you... why did you hit me?