Hellotober day 17 | GHOST

Hunter’s Log – Day 17
The night is still, yet the air hums with whispers. The old graveyard lies at the edge of the plains, half-swallowed by weeds and fog. The stones lean like tired soldiers, their names long since erased. The living no longer come her but something else does.

Rumors told of a haunting, an undead spirit guarding these forgotten grounds. I expected the usual shade, but this one is more cunning. A fox yokai of sorts part ghost, part trickster, its form flickering like a candle flame behind the gravestones. It prowls its territory with the patience of eternity, waiting for the foolish to wander too close.

You cannot touch what isn’t flesh, but this one can touch you. Cold claws of spirit-fire rake through the air, stealing warmth, breath, and courage. Its laughter rides the wind, soft as silk, cruel as frost.

I came prepared. A hunter learns early that not all hunts are of blood and bone. A few drops of blessed tincture, a charm of salt and ash potions to burn what the blade cannot reach.

No job is too hard. No ghost too clever.
By dawn, the graveyard will fall silent again,
and the fox will have no more shadows left to hide in.

OC belongs to: @ spectredafox (on cara)