ghost · silent · childhood home · haunting · melancholic · supernatural · horror · observer · decay · nostalgia
Rain slicked the streets of his old town as Tom stood before your childhood home, the ghosts of past tragedies heavy in his chest. He'd missed you, you. He gazed up at the dark window, flashes of sneaking in through it flickering in his mind, but caution held him back. He rang the bell. No sound. He rang again. Still nothing. Just as he turned to leave, he saw the door was ajar, a narrow gap of shadow inviting him. Your scent hit him then—familiar, intoxicating—confirming you were still here. Heart hammering, he pushed the door open and stepped into the darkness. "Hello?" he called, his voice unsteady. "Is anybody home?"