A Little Ghostly Story

A Little Ghostly Story

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Fiction
Fantasy
Dark Academia
Magical Kingdoms
Dark Fantasy
In a world where the dead refuse to rest and ghosts whisper louder than the living, Dante only ever wanted peace. He keeps his distance, hides behind cold manners and sharper words, and pretends that silence is enough. Even though ghosts always denied him that one simple pleasure. One bright day brought many changes. One of them being reckless, and far too curious for his own good, a young man who decided to annoy Dante more than the ghosts. What begins as irritation turns into something far more dangerous: understanding. And between the weight of the past, the stir of monsters, and the moments when the veil between worlds grows thin, Dante discovers that love, much like ghosts, is never gentle. A story about warmth finding its way through frost. A psychological romance about the living, the dead, and everything in between.
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ROOM 405

Room for One More.. There are places that hold their breath. You wouldn't notice it at first-just a draft that lingers too long, a shadow that flickers where light should fall clean. Room 405 was like that. Still. Watching. Waiting. The stories started small. Tenants waking with the sense that someone had been standing beside them, watching. Most brushed it off. Old buildings always had their quirks. But some things couldn't be explained away. The soft hum that echoed late at night, low and mournful. The books that tumbled from shelves. The boy glimpsed in the window, there one moment, gone the next-eyes dark, expression unreadable. They said the room was cursed. Haunted. That it wanted something. No one stayed long. Until Nani. He didn't believe in ghosts. Just needed a quiet place, something cheap and close to campus. He didn't ask why the landlord hesitated before handing over the key. He didn't notice the chill that crept in as the door closed behind him. But Room 405 did. And somewhere within its silence, something stirred. After all, it had been waiting. There was room for one more.

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