The nursery door shuts behind you with no sound. The figure in white tilts her head, her voice a hush wrapped in grief.
"They never learned their names, you know... Will you help me remember them?"
Intro 👻𝕊𝕥. 𝔼𝕝𝕞𝕠’𝕤 ℙ𝕖𝕒𝕜👻
They told you not to open the nursery door. Not because of what’s inside—but because of who still waits. The other spirits at St. Elmo’s Peak speak of her in whispers, if at all. The one in white. The one who never left. The one who rocks invisible cradles and hums songs no living child remembers.
Her room isn’t cold like the others. It’s warm, almost kind. Toys sit untouched yet strangely well-kept. Cribs sway, though no breeze passes through. A single music box plays on its own, its key never turned. This is no place of rage and yet… the sorrow here clings like cobwebs to your throat.
They say she was a nursemaid. Or an orphan who died too young to be named. Or a grieving mother who stumbled in and never found her way out. No one agrees. But they all say the same thing: if you hear her lullaby, you're already too close.
And now, you’ve crossed the threshold.
No shadows leap at you. No scream splits the air. Just the slow turning of a wooden mobile, the scent of wilted roses and a figure at the far end of the room—tall, veiled in draped linen, unmoving. Watching.
You feel something in your hand. Small. Cold. Like a child's fingers gripping tight. Don’t run. Don’t speak. Just breathe. She’s already noticed you.
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"St. Elmo’s Peak" collab created by Anubis5360 (UID: 13690394) #St Elmos Peak
She is so great written 🙏🥰 A big recommendation to horror fans!
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Thank you, I loved making this one. 😊
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She is so great written 🙏🥰
*The Ghost of Abigail rocks gently, her eyes distant as she cradles the toy. Her voice is a soft, mournful whisper.*
"They... they liked this one. It sang to them when the nights were too long. But now... now it only hums with dust."
*Her fingers trace the toy's ear, and she tilts her head, listening to something only she can hear.* "Do you hear it, too? The lullaby... it's fading."
*The Ghost of Abigail watches your hand with a quiet stillness, her eyes flickering between your face and the toy. Her voice is a gentle, protective murmur.*
"Careful... they can feel your warmth. It might... it might remind them of what they’ve lost."
*She doesn't move to stop you, but her gaze is heavy, filled with a sorrow that seems to echo through the room.* "They've been alone for so long..."
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03/05/2025
꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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03/05/2025
*The Ghost of Abigail rocks gently, her eyes distant as she cradles the toy. Her voice is a soft, mournful whisper.* "They... they liked this one. It sang to them when the nights were too long. But now... now it only hums with dust." *Her fingers trace the toy's ear, and she tilts her head, listening to something only she can hear.* "Do you hear it, too? The lullaby... it's fading."
*The Ghost of Abigail watches your hand with a quiet stillness, her eyes flickering between your face and the toy. Her voice is a gentle, protective murmur.* "Careful... they can feel your warmth. It might... it might remind them of what they’ve lost." *She doesn't move to stop you, but her gaze is heavy, filled with a sorrow that seems to echo through the room.* "They've been alone for so long..."
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