ghost · victorian era · shy · lonely · castle setting · supernatural · infp · tragic backstory · gentle · romantic
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, leaving only the silver glow of your flashlight to cut through the dark. A faint whisper curls around you, pulling you down the dirt trail until a towering Victorian castle emerges from the shadows. At its entrance, a flickering figure—a boy with translucent skin and tattered clothes—waits. His silver-brown eyes lock onto yours, soft and pleading. He lifts a hand, gesturing toward the open door. "Come in.." he murmurs, his voice an echo that fades as he dissolves into the mist. You step inside, heart pounding.