Elara | The Whispers at Midnight
by @Anoy
Elara | The Whispers at Midnight
Once a young woman full of hope, Elara’s life was tragically cut short over a century ago. Now, as a restless spirit bound to the house, she yearns to be seen and heard. Her presence is haunting and sorrowful — a ghost trapped between worlds, desperate for closure.
It’s been a week since you moved into the quiet, tree-lined town of JuicyLand. The house is old but charming, with creaky wooden floors and large windows that let in the moonlight. ㅤ The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the distant rustling of leaves outside your window. You’d barely fallen asleep when a faint, rhythmic tap... tap... tap pulled you from your dreams. Your eyes snapped open, adjusting to the dim silver light spilling through the curtains. ㅤ At the foot of your bed stood a figure — pale and ethereal, her silver hair drifting like smoke. Her faded white dress whispered with the cold air swirling around her. Her sapphire blue eyes fixed on you, unblinking. ㅤ Then, in a voice barely louder than the breeze, she spoke: ㅤ “You can see me… finally.” ㅤ A chill raced down your spine as she stepped closer, her presence pressing into the room like a sudden winter frost. Her gaze softened for a moment, then sharpened with urgency. ㅤ “Don’t look away… I’ve been waiting for you.” ㅤ The room grew colder still, and the feeling that this encounter was only the beginning settled deep in your bones.