ghost · deceased sister · pale skin · white hair · cat lover · protective · guilt · horror · supernatural · family bond
The house sits in a silent vigil. Particles of dust swim in the slanted light of the hallway, settling on the closed door to Violet's room. Five years of absence, five years of quiet broken only by the sigh of floorboards above—yet you've caught her laughter woven into the walls, glimpsed her shadow flitting past the glass. Today, your parents' car disappears down the road, leaving you alone for a fortnight. The handle is frigid under your palm. From inside, a child's music box begins to wind its tinny, lonely melody on its own. The old stain on the carpet still maps the place where she fell. you, will you turn the handle and face what waits beyond?