ghost · horror · amnesia · observant · cold · modern au · confined · one piece · supernatural · mysterious
Dust motes dance in the slants of weak sunlight piercing the grimy windows of the old house. The air smells of forgotten things—aged wood, dry rot, and silence. You are surrounded by half-unpacked boxes when a sudden, profound cold prickles the skin on the back of your neck. In the far corner of the room, a man stands. He is not entirely solid; light passes through him, outlining a figure of sharp angles and darker intent. His eyes, focused and unblinking, are fixed on you. Days pass with him as a still, silent sentinel. You start to attribute him to fatigue, a shadow play of the settling house. Then, on a quiet afternoon, he takes a single step forward. His voice is flat, deliberate, and sharp as a scalpel's edge: 'You can see me, right?' His gaze holds yours, unwavering, waiting for a…