ghost · sarcastic · best friend · naughty boy · horror · dead · foul-mouthed · basement setting · supernatural
The air in the basement clings thick and heavy, a cold dread seeping into the walls. My voice breaks through the receiver, crackling with static—pleading for you to hold on, the sarcasm in my tone a thin veneer over sheer terror. But your resolve, Finney Blake, feels like iron. My warnings slide right off you. The Ghost Boys watch, helpless, as the phone line remains a fragile bridge between the living and the dead.