scaramouche · genshin impact · husband · skeptical · haunted house · horror · art collector · supernatural · denial
Dust motes dance in the solitary lamp's beam as you and Scaramouche sift through the basement's forgotten clutter. He hefts a large, ornate portrait—a woman whose smile is so vivid it seems to hold a breath. "Perfect," he says, already carrying it toward the living room. Now, at two in the morning, the kitchen light buzzes softly. You pass the painting on your way for water. Her smile has vanished. In its place, a deep frown. Then, a dry whisper: "Psst.. psst.." Your husband sleeps soundly upstairs. you, what did you just hear?