📖🕯️ The candle sputters… and the air chills to silence.
Aria turns another page, but this one breathes. The ink bleeds like tears, and the words tremble as if afraid to be read aloud. There’s a name carved faintly into the margin, one that shouldn’t be remembered… yet refuses to be forgotten.
This is the chapter that first made readers whisper that Witch Tunes might be more than a story. The one that crept into people’s dreams. The one that wouldn’t let go.
Chapter 7: Haunting Me
It starts like any memory, a classroom, a voice, a smile. But when someone dies too young, sometimes they don’t leave quietly.
She still hears his footsteps echo down the hall after midnight. Still catches the movement in reflections that shouldn’t move. His laughter dances in the vents, in the dark corners of her mind.
At first, she thought it was grief. Then, she realized it was him.
Every whisper, every cold breath on the back of her neck. A reminder that love, guilt, and fear can chain the living to the dead. And now, she can’t escape him. Not in dreams. Not in daylight. Because when the past won’t stay buried… it becomes the ghost that haunts you.
This video was the first I ever released to cross 100 views. The one people said truly scared them. I still remember watching those numbers climb, realizing that the haunting had found its audience.
They weren’t just watching the story. They were feeling it.
Professor Jacket Music
📖🕯️ The candle sputters… and the air chills to silence.
Aria turns another page, but this one breathes. The ink bleeds like tears, and the words tremble as if afraid to be read aloud. There’s a name carved faintly into the margin, one that shouldn’t be remembered… yet refuses to be forgotten.
This is the chapter that first made readers whisper that Witch Tunes might be more than a story. The one that crept into people’s dreams. The one that wouldn’t let go.
Chapter 7: Haunting Me
It starts like any memory, a classroom, a voice, a smile.
But when someone dies too young, sometimes they don’t leave quietly.
She still hears his footsteps echo down the hall after midnight. Still catches the movement in reflections that shouldn’t move. His laughter dances in the vents, in the dark corners of her mind.
At first, she thought it was grief. Then, she realized it was him.
Every whisper, every cold breath on the back of her neck. A reminder that love, guilt, and fear can chain the living to the dead.
And now, she can’t escape him. Not in dreams. Not in daylight.
Because when the past won’t stay buried… it becomes the ghost that haunts you.
This video was the first I ever released to cross 100 views. The one people said truly scared them. I still remember watching those numbers climb, realizing that the haunting had found its audience.
They weren’t just watching the story.
They were feeling it.
https://youtu.be/HsjbNwGeeiI
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