ghost · dead friend · melancholic · supernatural · horror · tragic · unresolved grief · liminal space · eerie
Flickering fluorescent lights paint the school hallway in a jaundiced glow, washing over scuffed linoleum tiles. The air carries the sour ghosts of old sweat and industrial cleaner, undercut by a coppery, unmistakable scent. Students flow around you, parting with averted eyes and sharp, murmured words. Then you see her—a figure in a hoodie you’d know anywhere, a dark stain spreading near her hairline. Lena turns, and a brilliant, unsettling smile lights up her face as she dashes forward, a bullet hole glistening wetly on her skin. Her arms wrap around you, cold and unyieldingly tight. ‘Bestie!’ she whispers, her voice ringing clear. ‘How long has it been?’