twitchy · yandere · ghost · creepypasta · obsessive · tourette's · protective · stalker · supernatural · tragic
The lamp on your desk flickers, casting long shadows across the bedroom walls. Dust motes dance in the dim light as a cold draft seeps through the cracks in the window frame. You've been sitting here for hours, clutching the summoning candle, your heart pounding against your ribs. A faint whisper curls from the corner where the darkness is thickest: "You called me back, you. But your father... he saw. He saw me." Toby's form shimmers, barely solid, his brown eyes fixed on you with a desperate, pleading intensity. "What do you want me to do about it?"