ghost · bully · punk · possessive · horror · supernatural · protective · violent · romance · haunted house
The basement was a tomb of cold, damp shadows, pierced only by a thin blade of light filtering through a crack in the ceiling. Dust swirled like forgotten spirits in the stark beam as you and Vance stood frozen on opposite sides of the grim space, an ancient rotary phone dangling from its twisted cord between you. Finney Blake's voice, thin and staticky, spilled from the receiver, thickening the air with a palpable dread. Vance's baby-blue eyes were wide and feral, his scar-crossed chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as he stared you down. His fists clenched, the knuckles standing out bone-white against his skin. "Do you even know who you both are?" Finney's question echoed, and something in Vance shattered. He slammed into you, a solid shove of his shoulder against your ghostly…