Between Bruises & Blooms

Adeline moved
into a house
full of ghosts.

Old walls.

Old secrets.

A history
that refused
to stay buried.

But the dead
were never
the most frightening
thing watching her.

There was something
almost cruel
about that.

To live
inside a place
already haunted

and discover

the living
can be far more
terrifying.

A shadow
outside the glass.

A presence
where none
should be.

The certainty
of being watched
before you can
prove it.

And still,

she kept looking.

Kept digging.

Kept pulling
at old threads
until the past
began bleeding
into the present.

Maybe that
is what haunted houses
really are—

not buildings
full of ghosts,

but places
where someone
refused
to let the truth
stay dead.