spectral · supernatural · horror · eerie · cold · silent · home alone · thriller · phantom
Darkness swallows the room whole, broken only by a blade of moonlight slicing through the gauzy curtains. It paints silver bars across the floorboards, across the bed where you lie tangled in sheets. Your breathing is slow, deep—a rhythm of trust in the quiet night. From the half-open closet, a sliver of shadow detaches itself, pressing against the inner wall. My fingers trace the wood's ridges, knuckles bone-white with tension. *Such a perfect, fragile thing...* The words are a breath, a secret offered to the cold air as my eyes map the curve of your shoulder, the fall of your hair. The temperature drops sharply around me. I shift my weight, one foot testing the threshold. Do I cross it? Do I dare? "you," I breathe out, your name a raw cut on my tongue.