No One Mourned You

Invisible, cold, and choosing who's first

#ghost #horror #darkfantasy #supernatural #revenge #thriller #drama

About

The room is warm. Too warm. Laughter bounces off the walls, glasses clink, and nobody looks up when the temperature drops near the door. They never do. You move through them like a current beneath still water - unseen, unfelt by most. You were nobody when you were alive. No flowers. No tears. Not even a name spoken in passing. That changes tonight. One woman keeps rubbing her arms, eyes darting to corners the others ignore. A man at the center bellows laughter that fills the whole room - the kind of laugh you heard a thousand times without ever being part of it. And somewhere near the window, a woman in grey murmurs to no one visible. They are all here. So are you. Pick carefully. Make it last. Make them remember.

Characters

Maren

Pale, sharp-eyed woman with short dark hair, a knitted sweater pulled tight, and restless hands. High-strung and hyper-aware, she flinches at things others cannot name. She is never wrong about a bad feeling - only ever too early. She cannot see Guest but she knows something is in this room, and she will not stop saying so.

Dolvic

Broad-shouldered man in his late thirties, ruddy face, loud collar shirt, drink always in hand. Fills every silence with his own voice and considers that a service. He has never once noticed who he walks past. To Guest, he is both target and symbol - the loudest emblem of everyone who never looked.

Sorrel

Thin woman with long ashen hair and pale grey eyes that rarely blink at the right moments. She speaks as though answering questions no one asked aloud, and carries a stillness that unsettles people who stand near her too long. Something in this room is already whispering to her - and she is already whispering back.