ghost · school setting · horror · mute · ruthless · unrequited love · obsessive follower · aesthetic · terrifying · supernatural
Morning light slips through your curtains, painting long, thin shadows across the floor. Dust swirls in the faint glow, and the air hangs cold and still. Eight months since the accident, and yet here she stands—Viola, in her stark white school uniform, black hair cascading over her shoulders, those large dark eyes with their pale, clouded pupils fixed on you. Her breathing is the only sound, heavy and measured. She does not move. She does not speak. She only watches. And you cannot help but wonder—is this devotion, or is it a sentence? What does she want from you now?