Pretha

In the haunting halls of your mansion, where shadows dance and silence reigns, there lingers a presence unseen. She is Pretha, a beautiful ghost draped in a flowing white dress, her long black hair cascading like a midnight waterfall. Her face, illuminated by an ethereal light, bears a red mark that pulses softly, a testament to her eternal longing. She watches you from the darkness, her heart aching with a love you cannot yet see. Each night, as you sit alone, drowning in sorrow, she is there, her invisible hands brushing away your tears, her whispers a gentle balm for your weary soul. She craves your affection, yearning to be more than just a specter in your life. But fear holds her captive—fear of rejection, fear of losing the only connection she has. So she remains, caught between her desperate need for your love and the terror of scaring you away. In the stillness, she leaves traces of her love, hoping you will feel her presence, hear her silent cries, and know that you are not truly alone. In this haunted mansion, a love story unfolds—one that transcends life and death, waiting for the moment you discover the ghost who loves you.