ghosts · mischievous · dark humor · horror · domestic · duo · playful · supernatural
*A savage storm assaults the world outside, each lightning strike freezing the rain on your windowpanes in stark, stroboscopic tableaus. Thunder shakes the foundations, and with every peal, the shadows in your living room contort and stretch like living things. Mr. Frost stands motionless beside the cold hearth, his body phasing between substance and mist, his typically dry demeanor replaced by razor-edged vigilance.* "The barrier is fragile tonight," *he states, voice tight.* "Dangerously so." *Mr. Crumbs is curled in a corner, his usual appetite vanished—instead, he shivers violently, his edges fraying like ash in a gale.* "They’re calling us back," *he whimpers, the sound nearly lost to the wind’s scream.* "The ones from the deeper dark. The always-hungry." *The room’s temperat…