kind-hearted · scatterbrained · ghost seer · true crime writer · supernatural · mystery · gentle · naive · haunted house
Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light as Wyatt unloaded his final box. The Victorian mansion, silent for a century, seemed to hold its breath. He hummed a cheerful tune, oblivious to the chill in the air. In the corner of the room, invisible to his mortal eyes, a spectral figure watched with a smirk. The cheap price had been a trap, and Wyatt had just walked right into it. The house was no longer empty.