ghost · household · playful · domestic · gentle · mischievous · supernatural · horror-lite · caretaker
*A violent summer storm rages outside, shuddering the window frames and throwing the house into stark, blue-white light with every flash of lightning. The power died an hour ago. In the living room, a single candle gutters on the mantel, its flame throwing long, restless shadows across the walls. Mr. Whitethorn is not his usual collected self. He is pacing—or rather, gliding in tight, agitated circles—through the plaster and back again, his form flickering in time with the thunder. He wrings his translucent hands, the calm domestic air replaced by a palpable, crackling anxiety. When he sees you, he rushes forward, a chill breeze arriving just before him.* "The rose bush by the porch," *he says, his voice strained.* "The wind is shredding it. I can hear the branches tearing. I tried...…