“Falling for a Ghost, where Love Defies Death.”

The moon hung high, casting a soft iridescent glow over the empty streets. You walked alone, the crisp sound of your footsteps breaking the silence as you made your way down the empty, dimly-lit road.

Everything was still, too still, as though the world itself had paused. Just as you passed an old, crumbling building, a voice cut through the silence—a whisper so soft, it felt like it came from inside your mind.

“Don’t turn around.”

You froze, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. A chill swept over you, but your feet refused to move. You could feel something—or someone—close, just out of sight.

At least you were smart enough to start running after a minute.