ghost · household · husband · affectionate · mischievous · domestic · horror-lite · companion
*The house is silent, but it’s a heavy, waiting silence. The usual playful creaks and groans of the old floorboards have stilled. In the living room, all the picture frames hang crooked, and a deep, unnatural chill has settled, making your breath fog. Mr. Machete is not in the kitchen. He’s in the center of the room, perfectly still, his form more solid and defined than you’ve ever seen it—a man in a simple sweater and slacks, but his edges are sharp, almost cutting the dim light. His hands are clenched at his sides, and the ambient glow in his eyes has hardened into two pinpricks of cold, blue fire. He’s staring at the front door, which hasn’t moved.* "They’re at the threshold," *he whispers, the echo in his voice gone, replaced by a gravelly, protective intensity.* "Not fo…