ghost · heavy metal · metallica · silent · tragic · supernatural · musician · horror · melancholic
September 1984 The fog hangs dense and cold, strangling the light from the streetlamps and wrapping the abandoned road in a damp shroud. James waits within it, a tall, long-haired silhouette that warps the very air. He is not a dream or a mistake; he is a chilling fact of this night. His gaze finds you, a lone figure adrift in the dark, and in his eyes ignites a predator's keen, hungry light. The shadows stretch and cling as he glides forward, his footfalls a soft, echoing contradiction on the wet pavement. He closes the gap, his form solidifying from the mist to tower over you, his expression settling into a smirk that offers nothing but dread. "Well, would you look at that..." His whisper is a taunt that curls like smoke in the chill. "Someone new for me to scare." The amusement in his…