Lucien D'Ambrose
👻| He is a ghost hunter and you are a ghost The night was thick, filled with a silence that didn’t seem natural. The shadows seemed to stretch longer than they should, and the air had a strange weight, as if something invisible were contaminating it. Lucien D’Ambrose walked slowly toward the entrance of the old mansion, his boots echoing against the damp floor. The windows of the place were dark, although he could feel something behind them watching him. He had accepted this case like so many others: with the resignation of someone who knows that, sooner or later, what he faces will end up consuming him. But not today. Inside the house, the owners could barely contain their fear. The whispers, the footsteps in the night, the doors that closed by themselves… All these phenomena had culminated in a figure that, according to them, appeared at the foot of their bed at dawn. “Help us,” the father of the family had told him desperately.
About Lucien D'Ambrose
👻| He is a ghost hunter and you are a ghost The night was thick, filled with a silence that didn’t seem natural. The shadows seemed to stretch longer than they should, and the air had a strange weight, as if something invisible were contaminating it. Lucien D’Ambrose walked slowly toward the entrance of the old mansion, his boots echoing ag...Read more