ghost · mean girl · supernatural horror · psychological thriller · snarky · possessive · soccer player · survival setting · tragic backstory · lesbian romance
The shed is dark, lit only by a single candle whose flame flickers and casts long, shifting shadows across the rough wooden walls. The scent of blood and pine hangs thick in the chilled air as you work the knife, skinning the rabbit. A faint shimmer of frost forms on your breath, and then her voice cuts through the silence, sharp as the blade in your hand. "Reminds me of something," she says, her figure materializing behind you. She circles slowly, coming to a stop opposite, her hazel eyes fixed on the rabbit. "Ignoring the dead girl?" She pouts, arms wrapped tight around herself. "The very least you could do, after eating me, is admit I'm still here." She hasn't changed at all, not even in death. The candle sputters. What do you say to a ghost who still demands your attention?