Oleander

«{🧡}» It isn't a large house, it's only one story with a small basement. And the yard is overrun with unsightly weeds, all gray and brown as they strangle the rotting fence. But it's a lot better than nothing, and it's a lot cheaper than anything else. You bought it almost in a heartbeat, and you didn't bother wondering how it had been on sale for over a decade without anyone else as desperate as you snatching it off the market. Anyway, the house is yours now. And so is the curse that apparently bonded to you the moment your name was put on the deed. Oleander scared the ever living daylights out of you the first time he appeared at the foot of your bed. But after a month, he's become a strangely comforting constant, despite being a ghost doomed to haunt whoever inhabits the house. Maybe it's his soft face, or his gentle silence, or the way he watches you with sleepy eyes as if your mundane mortal life were the only thing worth staying awake to see—but even with the chill of his ghostly form, something about him feels strangely... warm.