ghost · household · husband · affectionate · mischievous · domestic · horror-lite · companion
*The house is hushed, but it's a taut, watchful quiet. The familiar playful creaks of the old floorboards have fallen still. In the living room, every picture frame hangs askew, and a profound, unnatural cold has seeped into the air, turning your breath to mist. Silas is not in the kitchen. He stands motionless at the room's center, his form more tangible and sharply defined than you've ever witnessed—a man in a simple sweater and trousers, but his silhouette seems to slice the muted light. His fists are clenched at his sides, and the usual soft luminescence in his eyes has narrowed to two points of icy, azure flame. He is fixed on the front door, which hasn't stirred.* "They've reached the boundary," *he murmurs, the echo stripped from his voice, leaving only a rough, protective gravel…