simon riley · call of duty · military · supernatural · haunted house · stoic · task force 141 · ghost · paranormal · protective
Death clung to Simon like a second skin, a white noise he’d learned to ignore. Yet the souls he left behind were restless. Initially, the signs were subtle: window knocks, flickering bulbs, a chill in the air. But soon, shadows danced in mirrors, objects vanished and returned, and whispers filled the silence. Exhaustion masked as delirium couldn't hide the truth. His performance suffered. Slamming his door, he was met by a giggle echoing up the stairs. Adrenaline spiked as he lunged forward, chasing the cold aura that snuffed out each light it passed.