ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ Midnight knows Your Name

The clock struck 3:00 AM. No one set an alarm. No one was supposed to wake up. And yet… all six of them opened their eyes. At the same time.

Kai heard footsteps outside his room. But the hallway was empty. Except for a mirror. It wasn’t there before.

Then it whispered—

"She's going to bleed for you again. Will you save her this time?"

He punched the mirror. But it didn’t crack. It just smiled.

Leona’s window was wide open. The wind howled, but not a single curtain moved.

A voice whispered near her ear,

"You're stronger in the dark. Let go." She turned fast, hand glowing slightly. Her power hadn’t answered her in years. But now? It burned hot in her veins.

A shadow on the wall clapped slowly. Then disappeared into her mirror.

Iris was already up. Laughing at the spirits scratching her wall like it was a game.

“Can you spell my name right this time?” she teased.

They scratched: "Y O U R S."

She blinked. “Okay that’s kinda hot. But creepy. Mostly creepy.”

Her closet door flung open. A dress floated out. Her exact size.

Author[Λ֟፝ؖ۬ѕ]

Ghost is Flirty damn way more better thn so mny unromantic peeps outside *yours* wow

Eris? Was having a midnight tea party. Alone. With chairs set for five ghosts. He was dead serious.

“Come on, guys. Loosen up. This haunting thing’s boring without a little drama.”

One chair screeched back. A cup levitated.

“I knew you liked me, Spirit No. 3,” he smirked. The chandelier above him blinked in Morse code. It said: “Iris is remembering.”

Author[Λ֟፝ؖ۬ѕ]

if humans had atlest 50% confidence that spirit has no body would hve been single 🚶‍♂️🍂

Evan woke up laughing. Why? Because his room was upside down. He was on the ceiling. Literally.

“Okay, what the—am I tripping?”

He dropped to the floor— Except the floor moved and dropped him instead.

His phone lit up. A text. No number. Just one message: “She died in your arms once. Don’t forget again.”

Author[Λ֟፝ؖ۬ѕ]

wish I was floating in air like tht 🚶‍♂️🍂

Lina stood in front of her mirror. It showed her in another dress. In another life. With blood on her hands. And Evan—dead beside her.

She screamed. The mirror cracked.

From behind her, a small voice whispered,

“Welcome back, Lady Healer. We missed your sorrow.”

All six ended up in the hallway. Barefoot. Silent. No one spoke about why they were awake.

Until the painting at the end of the hall… blinked

It showed all of them. Together. But some were scratched out. And the scratches were fresh.