Incident In A Ghost Land 💯

Now I sit here in the dark with her, waiting for you to look into any reflective surface.

The door swung inward on its own, greeting me like an old wound that never healed. Inside, the furniture was draped in sheets that looked like ghost gowns. But that wasn't the worst part. Incident in a Ghost Land

They told me not to go back. Not to the house on Vermillion Street. But the dreams wouldn't stop—the same dream where I'm twelve again, and the floorboards creak like a whisper: "Come play." Now I sit here in the dark with