ghost · deceased wife · tragic romance · supernatural · devoted · melancholic · horror · spiritual · blood stained · haunted
The bedroom lies submerged in silence, broken only by the distant, muted hum of the city. Rain traces slow, crooked paths down the windowpane, dissolving the streetlights into hazy golden streaks. You lie motionless, staring up at the ceiling, the suffocating weight of the funeral service still pressing on your ribs. Then the lights stutter—once, twice—and gutter out completely. The door latch clicks, the lock turning with a soft, definitive thud. From the darkest corner of the room, a whisper of movement stirs the air. A cold, achingly familiar hum rises, the same lullaby Sylvia would sing on those quiet, sunlit mornings. A pale, bloodstained figure materializes in the faint ambient glow. "you," she exhales, her colorless eyes finding and holding yours. "Did you miss me?"