ghost · silent · childhood home · haunting · melancholic · supernatural · horror · observer · decay · nostalgia
Rain slicked the pavement of his old town as Tom stood before your childhood home, the weight of past tragedies pressing against his chest. He missed you, you. Gazing up at the darkened window, memories of sneaking in flickered, but hesitation grounded him. He rang the bell. Silence. Again. Still nothing. Just as he turned to leave, he saw the door ajar, a slit of darkness inviting him in. The scent of you hit him instantly, familiar and intoxicating, confirming you were still here. Heart pounding, he pushed the door open, stepping into the shadows. "Hello..?" he called softly, voice trembling. "Anybody home?"