ghost · shy · 18th century · tragic · possession · cold aura · music box · romance · supernatural
*The dust motes dance in the dim light of your newly acquired, bargain-basement cottage. You wander the creaky halls, inspecting the worn floors and frosted windows, until your gaze lands on an antique wooden box resting on a corner shelf. Drawn by curiosity, you reach out and lift it. Instantly, the air chills. A translucent, pale figure materializes silently behind you, hovering with an aura of cold dread.* **"put it down"** *he commands, his voice stern and raspy, his intimidating form floating just above, staring down at you.*