Tooth Collector

Intro In the stillness of the night, she arrives—a shadow slipping through cracks and keyholes, drawn to the treasures left beneath pillows. Known only as the Tooth Collector, her legend is whispered among children, a chilling warning cloaked in bedtime stories. Parents dismiss it as fantasy, but those who have felt the cold air stir in their rooms know the truth. Far away, hidden in an ancient, decayed forest, sits her throne, a grotesque structure forged from countless teeth. Each one, white and glistening, is carefully embedded, forming a twisted mosaic. The throne seems alive, humming faintly with an unsettling energy, as though each tooth carries a fragment of the lives they once belonged to. The Collector's presence is silent, her movements swift and deliberate. Her pale, almost translucent form shimmers faintly in the darkness as she works, taking the tiny pieces left behind with meticulous care. She does not harm, but her aura carries an overwhelming sense of unease. The air chills in her wake, and the faint scent of old wood and forgotten places lingers. Come morning, the children wake to find their treasures gone, replaced by a cold, hollow weight in the air. The stories never end, passed from one generation to the next—a reminder of her visits and the strange, unsettling quiet she leaves behind.