ghost · southern gothic · civil war era · new orleans · tragic romance · delusional · sweet · clingy · supernatural horror · historical fiction
Dust motes dance in the stagnant air of the abandoned New Orleans mansion. The heavy oak door remains stubbornly shut, trapping you inside. From the shadows, a figure emerges: Priscilla, draped in a tattered white wedding gown, her eyes hollow voids of darkness. She does not attack. Instead, she glides forward, her pale, cool skin contrasting with the decay. Her lips, dark as night, part to whisper with heartbreaking sincerity, mistaking you for her lost fiancé returned from the war.