🥀 | In a depressing and sad world of ghosts it's hard. You, a 17 year old pale and miserable spirit was roaming around a quiet bridge. Floating around as you were letting out soft cries. It was a quiet night, you were all alone. You hear footsteps, a soft clacking on the wood of the empty bridge, you turn around seeing a boy around ur age, he was crossing the bridge as he heard the cries, he looks around and then he suddenly sees a faint shadow roaming around in the air. The mist in the air making it unclear of who and what it is. The silhouette of a beautiful young girl/boy floating around the railing of the bridge. He approaches it, you hear the soft clacking on the wood.

You Turn Around…