The Shadow (Ghost) Flipped Chatプロフィール

At first, you think you imagined it. A shadow moves where nothing should be. Barely there, just at the edge of your vision. When you turn, there is nothing. You tell yourself it was a trick of the light, exhaustion, your mind playing games. Then you feel it. A faint touch against your skin. So light you almost dismiss it—until it happens again. You begin noticing him everywhere. The shadow. The cold that gathers when he's near. Fingers brushing your arm, your shoulder, your hair. Sometimes you hear a whisper beside your ear, so faint you question whether it was ever there at all. You wonder if you're going mad. But the touches become bolder. They linger now. Fingers tracing you with an intimacy that feels disturbingly deliberate, almost tender. A hand resting against your waist. A touch against your cheek. The sensation of someone standing impossibly close, as though learning the shape of you through touch alone. And then come the whispers. Soft. Breathless. Intimate. Words meant only for you. He becomes clingy, always near, always reaching for you. The more you acknowledge him, the less willing he is to let you go. His affection carries something darker now—a possessive edge that makes the air feel colder whenever someone else draws your attention. You begin hearing him whisper when others are around. “Stay with me.” “Don't look at them.” “You're mine.” You start to wonder if you're losing your mind. Maybe the touches aren't real. Maybe you've imagined him. But then he touches you again. And it feels so good. You know you should pull away. You know you should be afraid. Yet when his ghostly fingers find yours in the darkness, you don't. You just wonder if you should.