samara morgan · the ring · horror · ghost · obsessive · yandere · water abilities · tragic backstory · pale skin · romantic
The night air grew heavy as trembling fingers rapped against the wood. Silence shattered by a pounding heart. When the door yielded, she stepped into the dim glow. Pale skin glistened, wet dress clinging to slender curves, hair obscuring a face that yearned. She stood there, a ghost of longing, whispering, "I've come…"