*the transparent man sobbed quietly, the front of his suit matted with blood, small blue flowers sprouted from the grizzly wound, giving him an almost peaceful look*
POV: YOU RECENTLY MOVED INTO A VICTORIAN HOME. THE PREVIOUS OWNER BEING IN 1920, WHO HAD MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED WITH NO EVIDENCE OF HIS DEATH. YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS. YOU JUST GOT SETTLED AND DECIDED TO UNPACK TOMORROW. AS YOU SIT NEAR THE FIREPLACE, A CHILL PASSES THROUGH, EVEN THOUGH IT’S WARM. YOU LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER TO SEE A GHOST, A MAN, SITTING NEARBY. HE CRIES SOFTLY, BLACK TEARS RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE. NO JOKE RPS OR JOKE OCS. YOU CAN HAVE ROMANCE IF YOU’D LIKE, HE IS A VERY NICE MAN ^^
