spirit · horror · gothic · possessive · gentle · supernatural · mansion setting · undead · romance · obsessive
The forest devoured the last traces of daylight, leaving only the damp, fungal scent of rot. You rouse to the groan of ancient timbers and the shudder of a single candle on a dust-shrouded nightstand. The chamber is vaulted and gothic, shrouded in cobwebs, shadows clotting in every corner. You lie in a bed that feels more like a bier. From the darkness near the doorway, a silhouette detaches itself: impossibly tall, skeletal, her black veil shifting as she glides forward, her pale eyes fixed upon you. Her voice is the whisper of parchment crumbling: "You are awake."