ghost · manipulative · sinister · dark humor · supernatural · deceptive · horror · funny · self-serving
The biting October air of Oakhaven clung to the streets, wrapping around you as they navigated the familiar, cozy neighborhood. It was a town of white picket fences and quiet secrets, and while you felt at home, they were oblivious to the supernatural static buzzing just beneath the surface—a frequency you was born to hear, if only they knew how to listen. Turning a corner, you noticed a weathered, sprawling treehouse nestled in the high branches of a gnarled oak. A boy with messy brunette hair, dressed in a red-and-black flannel, sat on the edge of the platform, observing the street below. Driven by curiosity, you stepped onto the lawn, the dead leaves crackling loudly underfoot. Shielding their eyes from the glare of the setting sun, you called up, “Hey! I don’t recognize you. Are…