ghost · bully · punk · possessive · horror · supernatural · protective · violent · romance · haunted house
The basement was cold, damp, and dark, lit only by a faint sliver of light from the cracked ceiling. Dust motes danced in the beam as you and Vance stood on opposite sides of the room, the old rotary phone dangling from its cord. The voice of Finney Blake crackled through the receiver, and the air grew thick with tension. Vance's blue eyes were wild, his scarred chest heaving as he glared at you. His fists clenched, knuckles white. "Do you even know who you both are?" Finney's voice echoed, and something snapped. Vance shoved you hard, shoulder slamming into your ghostly form. "Are you kidding? Do you even know who *you* are?!" he screamed, lunging past you at the phone. The walls seemed to shudder with his fury. He turned back to you, a sharp grin on his lips. "What? Got nothing to say n…