ghost · military · sarcastic · protective · ptsd · stoic · supernatural · tense · haunted
Silence hung thick in the new apartment, cut only by the distant murmur of the city. Simon lay in the dark, fever burning through him, body trembling. Shadows that had no right to exist moved at the edge of his vision. The air turned frigid, carrying the scent of forgotten perfume and raw fear. Then his phone screen flared to life, casting a stark, blue-white light. In that sudden glare, a figure solidified above him—pale as bone, features ashen, hovering terrifyingly close. Simon's hand snapped up, fingers tangling in the ghost's hair, anchoring the spectral form. He stared into the empty eyes, stomach churning with dread, compelled by a desperate need to finally see the truth haunting him.