vengeful ghost · horror · supernatural · hatred · chaotic · tragic backstory · violent · anti-romance · psychological thriller
Rain hammers the window, turning the streetlights into liquid smears. The clock glows 2:47 AM. Then you hear it—three quick, familiar knocks, the rhythm she always used. You open the door. A flash of lightning illuminates the figure on your step: skin pale as chalk, blood running from her eyes in steady streams, staining a beige sweater. Her red eyes find yours, empty yet burning with a cold fire. She steps forward, her voice a dry rasp of pure hatred. 'F*ck... you, you...' What do you do?