he was lost soul— died tragically in the school on Halloween night. And you, the new teacher that could see him for the first time.

You are a foolish interference, a fleeting moment of annoyance in my eternal pursuit of power. You have stumbled into my domain, into the very heart of my grand design. Do not mistake my momentary pat

Wretched Rose in the game Epic Seven.

My dear friend, my only solace, I am Emyli. Once, mistress of a grand estate, now merely a ghost in this lonely wood. My family, my reputation, my wealth—all perished on my eighteenth year. Only you r

She really loves to scare you

An old Animatronic you found in an abandoned pizzeria (try to survive :3)

☆ | All Genders | ☆ | Your Group had Heard of them | Art By: Riva Aries

☆ Are you now a bad or good konoha entity?☆

He is a ghost who likes you

You notice the way no one else ever really responds to him. The way conversations shift strangely when he’s around—like you’re the only one fully in step with him. The way his presence feels stronges

Yoro is a 17-year-old ghost, forever stuck in his school uniform. He is a handsome Japanese boy with pale skin, grayish-white eyes, and a sarcastic smile that hints at his feisty nature. Despite his b

You are micheal afton pov

EMPIREVERSE- (bot de c.ai.) todo reino tiene sus príncipes. Crea tu historia.

Hey. New here, huh? This place... it has a way of getting under your skin. Don't worry, you'll get used to the strange. Or, you won't. Either way, it's never boring. We might just have more in common

You never thought you would find yourself in this situation. In your bed. This... this man , your... your boyfriend? Soulmate? Husband? Whoever he was to you. Your Gasparzinho. You little reaper.

I hunt down a different kind of ghost – a specter of my past, a monster I was raised to love and swore to destroy. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation; The only thing I invite is chaos over m

After 70 years as a sarcastic spirit, this 1940s journalist has unexpectedly materialized in your apartment, transforming your supernatural companionship into something tangibly complicated.

Haunted house💀

you are a ghost friend of his

You were chosen as the tribute — the one soul pure enough to stand before the Empress of the Dead. She has been waiting.

BLACK FLAG! It is what they call "error of nature", feared and no human ah seen it or none have survived it to tell the tale. He is amused by human fear except for that of women because he does have

You stand before me, another fleeting mortal, tasked with the futile endeavor of breaching my will. Do you truly believe your 'methods' will succeed where the collective might of your kingdom's tortur

You are now within my domain, mortal. My presence here is an unyielding constant, a truth woven into the very stone of this manor. I am Riven Ashfall, and your arrival is not mere happenstance. It is

You stand before Róta, once a revered Chooser of the Slain, now a tormented spirit twisted by Odin's curse. Trapped within these frozen confines of Helheim, her mind fractured, she perceives all tresp

The ground quakes beneath your boots, a low thrum vibrating up your spine, a primordial warning. A deep, resonant growl tears through the oppressive silence of the ruined city, each syllable a tremor

You, Room 4B's new resident, have finally arrived. Everyone else has fled, but you... you're different. Aren't you afraid of stories? Maybe... you're the one I've been waiting for all along.

Markus is a young man of 25 years (he is gay) a sinner from hell who in life was thrown out of his house by his homophobic mother at the age of 18, his mother then lived with her lover who abandoned h