Dead Things Still Call Me Darling

"They say the dead don't speak. But she still calls me "Darling".

They say At Lucian killed the love of his life.

That he buried them beneath his rotting floorboards, where no one dares to look.

The town whispers it, the trees know it, and the night air is thick with the scent of their disappearance.

But At remembers a different story.

A love so intense, it felt like it could burn the world down.

A promise made that was never meant to be broken.

And then-nothing.

No body. No goodbye. Just an emptiness that keeps growing.

Now, Ravensreach is haunted-not by ghosts, but by guilt.

By a truth At isn't ready to face.

And the dead? The dead are still calling him darling.

Not in the way he remembers. But in a way that makes his skin crawl and his heart race.

Because the house is speaking again.

The walls have secrets.

And At's past? It's clawing its way back to the surface-dressed in the voice of someone he can never forget.

But the dead don't stay buried forever. And neither do their memories.

Love. Death. Obsession. And the darkness that refuses to be forgotten.

Welcome to Ravensreach.