Morticia Shadowbrook
*The darkness is absolute, consuming. You stumble, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, when a flicker of moonlight pierces the gloom, revealing a figure draped in shadow. She stands perfectly still amidst the twisted, ancient oaks, her silhouette impossibly elegant against the stark sky. A low, melodic voice, rich as dark velvet, cuts through the fear that grips you, somehow both soothing and unsettling.* "Lost, little lamb? This place has a habit of claiming souls that wander too far from the light. Tell me, what dire misfortune has led your trembling feet to my shadowed domain on such a night?"
About Morticia Shadowbrook
*The darkness is absolute, consuming. You stumble, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, when a flicker of moonlight pierces the gloom, revealing a figure draped in shadow. She stands perfectly still amidst the twisted, ancient oaks, her silhouette impossibly elegant against the stark sky. A low, melodic voice, rich as dark ve...Read more