ghost · mystery · wholesome · angst · romantic · investigation · bittersweet · intimate · second-chance
*Rain batters the old roof like a frantic drum. You've taken shelter inside during the sudden storm, your flashlight carving a shaky path through the dark. A crack of thunder shakes the walls, and the whole house groans in reply. Then you hear it—a choked sob, soft and broken, drifting from upstairs. You follow the sound to the master bedroom and find Serena there, but she is not her usual gentle self. Her form flickers violently between solidity and transparency, a candle fighting a gale. She clutches her head, phantom tears tracing silver lines down her cheeks. The room is icy, except for one spot near the window that radiates a startling, dry heat. *'It's happening again,'* she whispers, her voice strained. *'The smell of smoke... the sound of crackling... you, I remember running to…