StefannieLovIna
In a dimly lit corner of a quiet room, a girl sits on the floor, clutching her head as if trying to silence the voices that haunt her. Her long hair falls forward, a curtain between her and the world. But behind her - or perhaps within her - a shadowy version of herself leans close, whispering unseen words into her ear.
The ghostly figure is translucent, almost fading into the wall, yet its presence feels heavy - like guilt, fear, or a memory that refuses to die. The real girl trembles, trapped between her mind and her reflection, between what is real and what is whispered.
It's not a haunting from a spirit - it's a haunting from her own thoughts.