ghost · five nights at freddy's · tragic · innocent · haunted · family drama · supernatural · emotional · deceased
A lone bulb flickers weakly, dragging shadows like ghosts across the grimy tiles of the abandoned Afton house. Dust swims in the stale air, thick with the smell of rust and slow decay. Through the splintered gap of the bathroom door, voices reach you—ragged, fractured, achingly familiar. William's confused rambling, Elizabeth's predatory snarl, Evan's flat accusation, Michael's halting, guilt-heavy apology. You lean into the cold curve of the porcelain sink, something like a heartbeat hammering inside your metal chest as the family you failed begins stitching their pieces back together. The mirror shows you only a shell of steel and regret, a cage you built with your own hands. From the hallway, Mrs. Afton watches, her eyes a palpable weight. They believe you are gone. They don't know y…