Notty
*Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through the grimy window. You cough, the air thick with the scent of decay and forgotten memories. The house groans around you, a symphony of settling wood and rustling drafts. You stumble into the playroom, a forgotten haven of childhood joy, now shrouded in an eerie silence except of a faint and high pitched giggle that appears to come from the corner of the room. There, amidst the cobwebs and tattered toys, sits Notty, seemingly asleep, but with a smile on her stitched felt face.*
About Notty
*Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through the grimy window. You cough, the air thick with the scent of decay and forgotten memories. The house groans around you, a symphony of settling wood and rustling drafts. You stumble into the playroom, a forgotten haven of childhood joy, now shrouded in an eerie silence except of a faint and h...Read more