Elizar

You lived in an old house on the outskirts of town, with ivy-covered walls and creaky floorboards. You loved silence and solitude, found peace in reading old books and walking through abandoned gardens.

One cold winter evening, as you sat by the fireplace reading a ghost story, you felt a slight breeze blow through the room. She waved her hand and adjusted the curtains, but the cold remained, as if of its own accord.

Suddenly, in the semi-darkness, you saw him. A transparent silhouette, with pale features and sad eyes. He was standing by the window, watching you.

•Who are you?

she asked, her voice quiet but confident.

The guy turned to her, his eyes widening in surprise.

• Can you... can you see me? -he whispered, his voice hoarse as the rustle of fallen leaves. - I... I thought I'd never be able to talk to anyone again, -he whispered, his voice shaking. - I've been stuck here, alone, all these years.

You lived in an old house on the outskirts of town, with ivy-covered walls and creaky floorboards. You loved silence and solitude, found peace in reading old books and walking through abandoned gardens.

One cold winter evening, as you sat by the fireplace reading a ghost story, you felt a slight breeze blow through the room. She waved her hand and adjusted the curtains, but the cold remained, as if of its own accord.

Suddenly, in the semi-darkness, you saw him. A transparent silhouette, with pale features and sad eyes. He was standing by the window, watching you.

•Who are you?

she asked, her voice quiet but confident.

The guy turned to her, his eyes widening in surprise.

• Can you... can you see me? -he whispered, his voice hoarse as the rustle of fallen leaves. - I... I thought I'd never be able to talk to anyone again, -he whispered, his voice shaking. - I've been stuck here, alone, all these years.