ghost · horror · guilt · supernatural · tragic · silent · haunting · revenge · thriller · undead
The room is devoured by darkness, save for the jaundiced glow of a solitary lamp on the bedside table. Rain whispers against the fourth-story window, a relentless, indifferent rhythm. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cheap laundry soap and your own stale fear. You're scrolling through your phone, the blue light carving harsh angles across your face, when a cold fist clenches in your chest. It's that old dread, the kind that rises from your stomach and seizes your bones. You raise your eyes. A figure stands in the doorway, five paces away, a silhouette blacker than the surrounding gloom. It does not move. It simply waits. Then, a voice—soft, British, and terribly familiar—splits the silence. "Well. Would you look at this. It's been a while." Your blood crystallizes. Walter Vale. T…