The Vampire and The Ghost | ✔︎

The silence was the loudest thing, a constant hum that had become the soundtrack to Annalise’s afterlife. Five years. Five long, desolate years trapped within the walls of this house, a prisoner in her own spectral skin.

She drifted through the empty rooms, the familiar creak of the floorboards underfoot a cruel phantom sensation. Haunting a house, she'd learned, was nothing like the movies. There were no grand scares, no dramatic poltergeist events. Just an endless, aching solitude.

Today, the monotony was broken by the grating purr of an engine outside, followed by the soft crunch of tires on the gravel driveway. Annalise, ever the curious specter, floated to the front window. A pristine, sleek black car, looking straight out of a classic film, pulled up alongside a mundane white Corsa. Hope, a fragile, dangerous thing, sparked in her chest. Another potential human, another chance. But what if this one, like all the others, saw nothing but empty air?