Paraspectra
Realms behind the veil—sensed but not seen. Presences, transmissions, and the strange architectures that hum beneath reality.
On Appearance Etiquette
On Appearance Etiquette
By Fantomo Gost
I became visible during a routine corporate meeting, which is never an ideal setting for correcting one’s conduct as a ghost.
The room was arranged in that familiar corporate geometry where comfort and attention are kept slightly at odds. Glass table, reflective enough to be distracting. Projector running a presentation that had already begun apologising for itself.
The Four Blorps of the Half-Life Lobby
Intro by Fantomo Gost
I wandered through the Half-Life Lobby again—an accident, as always. That place clings to drifting spirits like static, a waiting room for souls the universe hasn’t quite sorted out.
That’s where I found them: four small, round beings huddled together in perpetual confusion.
I observed quietly.
What follows is the account of what I witnessed.
No one knows exactly where the Half-Life Lobby is located. It might be a misplaced corner of the afterlife… or a storage closet the universe forgot about. What is known is that four small, round, squishy creatures have been stuck there for—well, they’re not sure. Minutes? Centuries? Hard to tell when the only clock is a glowing orb that occasionally screams.
The Color That Left
THE COLOR THAT LEFT
by Nepher Roux
Filed under: Paraspectra
I have no proof it existed, only that it’s missing.
It was a shade of violet—delicate, but not shy. Somewhere between thistle and bruised plum, but with a kind of internal glow.
Nothing Happens, but It Happens Again
NOTHING HAPPENS, BUT IT HAPPENS AGAIN
by Fantomo Gost
Filed under: Paraspectra
The Corridors
I think the hallway has grown.
It used to be just a short space between my linen closet and the thermostat. Now it stretches on—slowly, almost politely, like it doesn’t want me to notice.
The floor tiles repeat. Black, white, black, white. The walls are dull and dry, like an old hotel that forgot how to be haunted. I count doors. Seven. Then five. Then eight. They shift when I pass them.