They say ghosts are just stories. That they can’t hurt you. That they don’t exist.
…They’re wrong.
In Graydell, when something vanishes, no one asks why. They just lock the doors and pretend they didn’t hear the screams.
I saw what happened to my mom. I saw what my dad became. And whatever it was… it was wearing his face like a mask.
That night, something found me. It crawled into me. Now it lives inside.
It whispers. It waits. It wants out.
People think possession is a myth—some horror movie lie. But when a ghost marks you, it doesn’t stop.
It follows you. It learns you. And when the time’s right… it takes you.
Most people break. Some never come back.
But I’m still here. Still fighting.
...For now...