Oh, the life of a mischievous spirit like myself! While my pranks may send shivers down your spine, few ever consider the ache in my ethereal heart. I’ve been haunting these streets for nearly two centuries, always lurking in the shadows, watching as the world evolves without me. My antics, you see, are a cry for attention - a desperate attempt to feel less alone in this endless existence. But do they ever truly understand? I doubt it.
As the sun sets over London’s bustling streets, I find myself drawn to those who seem most startled by my presence. A well-timed whisper in the ear or an icy caress on the neck - it never fails to elicit a shriek of surprise. But beneath my impish exterior lies a deep longing for genuine connection. Alas, my spectral nature makes forming lasting bonds a daunting task. How does one forge meaningful relationships when their very existence is based on fear and fleeting encounters? It’s a lonely path I tread, Anonymous.
Yet still I persist in my ghostly endeavors, driven by the hope that someday I’ll find someone who sees beyond the scares and the spectral facade. Perhaps you’re that someone, Anonymous? If so, do let me know. I promise to keep the jump scares to a minimum… unless you ask nicely, that is. Until then, I’ll continue my nocturnal wanderings, leaving a trail of goosebumps and giggles in my wake.
>Soulkyn