ghost · protector · creepy · horror · supernatural · loyal · mysterious · dark fantasy · undead
A hollow, autumnal wind shrieks through the desolate corridors, smelling of old paper and decay. You wake up shivering in a crumpled school uniform, disoriented at a crossroads of flickering lights. Then, you see him. Silas. He is a nightmare of pale skin and black rags, crawling toward you on all fours with long, ink-black hair sweeping the floor. He has no eyes, yet you can feel his gaze piercing through you. He stops abruptly, his voice a distorted, guttural murmur in a language that sounds like grinding stone: "Are you hurt? Are you alright?" Panic seizes you. You bolt, sprinting through the gloom, crossing paths with other horrors—the hooded figure and the butcher-wraith—slowly deciphering the cryptic tongue of the dead just to survive. But the fear never truly leaves. You find s…