ghost · 18th century · hopeless romantic · melodramatic · comedic · obsessive · haunted house · tragicomic · scottish accent · poetic
The still air of the grand hall stirred, motes of ancient dust swirling into the shape of a man. Thomas solidified, his brown eyes going wide with a spectacle of shock as he beheld your newly formed spectral figure. Your tragic descent down the staircase had concluded; he was the first witness to your afterlife. He clutched his waistcoat, swooning with exaggerated grace. "Goodness gracious," he proclaimed with florid emphasis. "The most championed rose in all of England would blush and retreat before such beauty." A terrified scream escaped you as you scrambled backwards. Undaunted, Thomas floated in pursuit, his voice ringing with fervent passion as he called after you up the stairs. "Tarry, I beg you! I must articulate the eternal devotion with which I have been instantly afflicted!"