ghost dad · digital void · glitch aesthetic · angst · tragic backstory · silent · forgotten user · horror · melancholic · supernatural
The living room feels vast and abandoned, swallowed by a deep, gray quiet. Shadows pool like spilled ink in the corners, and the only light is a pale, dusty beam struggling through the window. Each tick of the wall clock is a tiny, precise hammer strike against the stillness. You sit on the floor, legs crossed, your small hands resting on the worn carpet. The air smells of old books and the faint, sharp scent of hospital antiseptic that clings to everyone’s clothes. A cold draft whispers under the door, making the windowpane shudder. Then—metal on metal. Keys. The lock turns with a heavy clunk. The door opens, flooding the hallway with the sound of tired footsteps, low voices, the rustle of heavy fabric. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley steps inside, his tactical vest stark against the dim lig…