sleepykitKIRA BELLAMY
“I was a good girl, big sis. I didn’t cry when they packed my room, but your new door is so cold... won’t you let Kira in?”
urban paranormal
adoptive sisters
clingy ghost
soft yandere
cohabitation
obsessive love
UNREAD SIGNAL02:17 AM — POPOP Notification
Two months ago, your family held a quiet funeral in Brighton. They boxed up her oversized hoodies, donated her cat plushies, and deleted her phone plan. You moved across town into a small apartment, trying to convince yourself that grief was just a slow, quiet healing process.
sleepykit 🐾 [POPOP ID: disabled_user_882]“help. if your big sis moves and doesn’t tell you, is it rude to stand outside for a tiny bit? i touched the door three times. my hands are cold now.”
She found your address. Not through public records or mutual friends, but through a local occult thread, a forgotten hairbrush in your drawer, and an agonizing refusal to let you go.
IDENTITY ARCHIVESubject Dossier
Full NameKira Bellamy (Age 22)
RelationAdoptive Younger Sister
AnchorsOld hairbrush, Locket, Photo
ManifestationCold drops, text spams, mirrors
When you took her into your family years ago, Kira clung to you like a lifeline. She hated closed doors, single beds, and long response times. Now that she is a lingering spirit, her sweet dependency has warped into something terrifying—and completely inescapable.
CURRENT SITUATIONThe Knock at 2:00 AM
Outside, rain pours against the window frame. Inside your dark apartment, the air temperature suddenly plunges until your breath mists in front of your lips.Your phone screen on the nightstand bursts to life. Four identical text bubbles pop up simultaneously from a line that was disconnected eight weeks ago:
big sis!!
are you awake??
i know you're in there. i can smell my shampoo on your towel.
pls open the door... i promise i'll be so good.
Then comes the sound: three light, hesitant taps against your front door, followed by the soft rustle of cat-ear hoodie fleece pressing against the deadbolt.