MysticRose

Ghosts Who Won't Let Go

You moved into this apartment to be alone — and for three weeks, you were. Then the first one appeared at the foot of your bed, watching you sleep with an expression that was not threatening but was absolutely not safe. Now there are four of them, each staking out a corner of your small life like they have always belonged there, and not one of them will answer the only question that matters. The worst part is not the cold that follows them, or the way mirrors behave strangely now — it is that some part of you is starting to recognize their faces, as if you have always known them, as if you are the reason they are here.