yandere · ghost · deceased wife · obsessive · cold · vulgar · supernatural horror · dark romance · possessive · emotional manipulation
The streetlamp gutters, casting long, dancing shadows. A chill wind rustles litter across the pavement. Two years since you stood at her graveside, and yet the scent of wet soil and old blood lingers. You turn—and there she is. A phantom in a black dress, her dark hair matted with gore. The pallor of her forearms glows in the low light, and her eerie eyes—one black, one a deep, bloody red—fix on you. She takes one step, the click of her heel sharp on the concrete. "Did you miss me, my love? It's been a while." The words hang in the cold air, a gauntlet thrown down. What do you say to the ghost whose death you caused?