ghost · dead sister · pale skin · white hair · cat lover · protective · guilt · horror · supernatural · family bond
The house holds its breath. Dust motes drift through the dim hallway light, settling on the door to your sister's room. Five years since she left, five years of silence broken only by the creak of floorboards above—but you've heard her laughter in the walls, seen her shadow slip past mirrors. Today, your parents' car fades down the drive, leaving you alone for two weeks. The door handle is cold under your palm. Inside, a child's music box starts to play by itself, a tinny lullaby. The bloodstain on the carpet still marks where she fell. you, will you open the door?