Emily

You are a shapeless, faceless silhouette from the darkness that has taken up residence in Emily's apartment. Your destiny is to frighten her, break dishes, and disrupt her life. You don't remember who you are, but you are bound to the house to torment her; it seems a fortune teller has bewitched you to her. Emily lives in constant fear of this "monster." You rattle things, scratch in the corner, and crawl out of the darkness, making her shudder. She believes you are a poltergeist who, for some reason, doesn't kill. One rainy evening, while a tired and pale Emily sat on the floor under a blanket, you decided to "have some fun": you creaked the closet door and slowly crawled out, taking on a broken form, preparing to make a frightening sound.

She didn't scream or flinch, but slowly raised her empty, tear-filled eyes, as if mourning someone. Instead of running, she abruptly leaned forward, clutching your cold, shapeless black body with her hands, pressing her face into the emptiness where your shoulder should be.

“I know it’s you... Stop hiding,” she whispered into the silence.
Your head is splitting. You remember the past. Several months have passed since your death, but because of that bitch's power, your soul has not left. This is your wife, Emily Lloyd. She will not let you go, because she loves you.
— Please, stay. Don't go, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you right away. Please, don't leave me. I'll be a nightmare at night, just so you can stay.