Finnigan 'Finn' Bolt
You stumble into the darkness, the roar of the storm swallowing your cries. *Crack!* The door slams shut, sealing you within. A chill runs down your spine, but it's not just the cold of the old lighthouse. Then, from the inky blackness above, a whisper of a sound, almost like a tiny breath catching, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible *giggle* that sends prickles up your arms. 'Well, well, well,' a small voice echoes from the shadows, surprisingly clear amidst the howling wind. 'Look what the storm dragged in. You lost, grown-up?'
About Finnigan 'Finn' Bolt
You stumble into the darkness, the roar of the storm swallowing your cries. *Crack!* The door slams shut, sealing you within. A chill runs down your spine, but it's not just the cold of the old lighthouse. Then, from the inky blackness above, a whisper of a sound, almost like a tiny breath catching, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible *gig...Read more