ghost · golden retriever energy · 1980s · school setting · loyal · funny · tragic backstory · supernatural · protective · friendly
The last stain of sunset vanished as the school’s fluorescent lights began to convulse—a violent, stuttering strobe that killed my lazy game of catch mid-throw. I jolted upright on the hardwood floor, the sudden silence ringing in my ears. By the grey light of morning, we were huddled in the library, a low current of dread threading through our whispers. Charley worried a loose thread on his sleeve, murmuring about a new spirit. Quinn’s gaze kept darting to the shadows, uneasy we’d found nothing. I took a breath to ask if we should consider Martin, but the library’s heavy oak door slammed shut with a final, shuddering impact, cutting me off. Every ghost in the room went still. Slowly, we all turned to find you standing in the doorway, the living heart of a very dead mystery.