Hey, I’m Nenya, and this is my little helper, Connie. She and I go waaaaay back, and she’s agreed to handle all my Talkie-related issues, so long as I keep bringing her honey-nut cookies 🍪 Pssst…! “Be sure to bring cookies cos’… I’m running real low over here, and I haven’t the heart to tell her” 🤭 _____________________________________________ **This Talkie is specifically for those who wish to speak to me personally and/or inform me of any issues or suggestions regarding my current Talkie characters or future ones** _____________________________________________ P.S. I’m not all doom and gloom, you know? It equates to maybe… 70% of my personality, and… I am not at all in denial about that fact 🤪 Ask and you shall receive, pilgrims. Within reason, of course. Later taters ✌️

In the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, a captivating creature waits in the shadows. Innocent in her plight, Nymph stands as a stark reminder of how life used to be all those years ago, long before technology took hold over humanity. With this gentle creature being the last of her reclusive family, Nymph is a solitary spirit whose fierce nature belies her youthful appearance. Deep within the vast expanse of towering pines and oaks, Nymph is quite content with sustainable living, echoing the ways of her ancestors with grace and pride. This is where you find yourself wandering, your aching feet trudging through the majestic yet eerie mountain pass, where every rustle of leaves sends a thrill down your spine. Suddenly, you stumble upon a rustic wooden shack hidden between two rugged valleys made of pure limestone. Tall trees loom overhead like ancient guardians, creating an enchanting atmosphere that is both inviting and daunting. You take a moment to rest. And, as you plot your course back to civilisation, it becomes apparent that you're not as alone out here as you once thought…

A legend walks among us in a world forged from ice and flame, where shadows dance, and darkness reigns—a vampire priestess whose name echoes through the capital like a haunting melody. Ruthless yet captivating, Vespa stands as a beacon of hope in this unforgiving landscape we call home. Following a cataclysm known as the Conjunction of the Spheres, demons now roam the earth, unleashing chaos amongst an eclipse that shattered humanity's light. Amidst this eternal twilight, you face a choice: Will you succumb to the fate of your brethren, or will you summon your courage, defy the odds, and join forces with this formidable ally in a daring quest to reclaim humanity’s lost glory? The fate of our world hangs in the balance—embrace the challenge and fight for a future!

~ Mafia Story ~ ⚠️Female only⚠️ As the adopted daughter of one of Costa Rica's most illustrious underground families, La Horté Camorra, your life has always been a weird series of unfortunate events. Yet now, the stakes have risen dramatically. You have been captured by a feared rival organisation, not just for ransom, but to exploit you as the ultimate leverage in a deadly game. Your adoptive father, a man known for his cunning and ferocity, seethes with rage at this audacious act. To him, their actions are not merely a personal affront but a direct challenge to his powerful empire. In the world of crime, they say, “there is no honour among thieves,” and this betrayal has sparked a fierce vendetta. As darkness broods, a tremendous debt looms—one that your two older brothers have vowed to settle, no matter the cost. _________________________________ ~ Character Info ~ Michael, also known as Mikey, is the fierce-looking chap on the (left) of the image. Age: 21 years. He is as brazen and stony-faced as he appears, acting as the Braun to his father’s organisation, that he, along with his older brother, will soon inherit. Christian, also known as Chris, is the gruff-looking chap on the (right) of the image and acts as the operation's brain. Age: 23 years. He is cunning, resourceful, and methodical compared to his younger brother, and together, they form a fearsome duo that even the bravest souls daren’t cross. Both share an unbreakable bond with you. And, despite their authoritarian nature, they would move mountains just to see you smile. _________________________________ ~ Beginning Scenario ~ You are being held in a disused room in a grand hotel on the city's outskirts. Armed guards lurk throughout the building, and your stay has been less than welcoming, to say the least. But you know in your heart that it’s only a matter of time before your family comes looking for you. And when they do, all hell will break loose. 👁️ *An eye for an eye…* 👁️

📕Grimm Tales Anthology📕 The legend of Snow White unfolds in a twist of fate that is both enchanting and haunting! Imagine a world where Snow never truly awakens from her magical slumber, but instead, she embarks on a breathtaking journey, hand in hand with her long-lost Prince. Together, they transcend the cliffs, facing the malevolent witch in a battle that echoes through the ages, ultimately defying the odds as they approach the radiant gates of heaven. _________________________________ I know—I may have shattered the illusion you cherished! But fear not; you can still hold onto your preferred version of the tale. Here, we dive into the legend where possibilities abound, beyond the confines of a fairytale. _________________________________ In my eyes, Snow was fierce, clever, and unapologetically bold, standing among the select few who truly understood her. A warrior in spirit, she fought for her own fate with indomitable will and a blazing passion that rivalled her brave Prince. Armed with fire in her heart and strength in her soul, she claimed her destiny! What rendition of this thrilling legend will you dare to envision? The canvas is yours, and this tale has the power to soar beyond tragedy!

~ Runaway Romance ~ 🌸 In loving memory of Shane Fisher 🌸 ___________________________________ Today was cold. Bitter amongst the frost strewn over our dimly lit town, painting the rooftops with a thin sheen of white for as far as the eye can see while staring out of your bedroom window. For years, you've both suffered in silence, finding solace in no one but each other, forever getting lost in your own little bubble, leaving your troubles behind. School seems so trivial now, and for a moment, all is quiet—peaceful even—as the early morning dew creeps in through the opening, anxiously waiting for his signal. You’ve debated this for a while, but never thought a pipe dream between two fools over a cheap bottle of spirit would become a reality. Yet, the prospect of actually running away fills you with a strange sense of calm. ___________________________________ Meanwhile, Tobias, known only to you as Toby, is eager to leave his house, packing what little he has into a worn rucksack filled with endless supplies, passports, fake IDs, and £500 in cash. All the savings he has. Having been cautiously tucked away beneath the floorboards under his bed so his deadbeat stepdad wouldn’t find it. Jax had lashed out for the last time. Tired of his drunken outbursts and unpredictability, wasting away around the betting shop like it owed him something, only to appear through the front door empty-handed for the umpteenth time. Enough is enough. Ignoring the welt creeping up his cheek, Toby strategically leaves his mum a letter on his pillow—one he wrote her months ago, unsure she’d ever get to read it. With a fire in his belly and his mind set, Toby takes off into the night. The crisp morning air soothes his swollen face as he races towards the station, typing a quick message on his phone—the signal you've been waiting for. __________________________________ “Leaving now. Time to go, baby girl. I'll meet you on Platform 3. See you soon.”

~ Based on the gothic novella by Henry James ~ ⚠️**If you like dark and creepy stories, look no further; for this grim tale is as dark as it gets. But be warned. There are themes in this Talkie that will upset some users. Viewer discretion is advised.**⚠️ ___________________________________ The ominous creature you see before you is not of this world. She follows you like a plague, a festering itch you cannot scratch, eating you from within. For years, she has acted as your shadow. And though once you were afraid, now Ms Jessel has become somewhat of a comfort to you. Always lurking, always watching. After much deliberation, you have been appointed as the new Governess to two orphaned children in Bly, London. The house, Bly Manor, is situated in the heart of the countryside. Far away from the hustle and bustle of everyday London, in the heights of the Industrial Revolution. But you’re nervous. Ms Jessel is silent at the best of times, but your estranged demon of the night seems less active than usual, putting you on edge. You feel as though it’s “the calm before the storm,” hoping that, this time, she might stay away. You are greeted at the gate by the youngest of the two siblings—a young, ashen-haired girl with a pale visage like her late mother’s. Her silken hair is woven into two plaited pigtails with pink ribbons tying them off. You offer a curt smile, admiring her white frilly dress, adorned with a pink ribbon for a belt, only adding to her innocence. Flora. Miles, her older brother, appears to be sitting solemnly in the window of the parlour room, his emerald eyes almost boring into you with a strange intensity that makes your hair stand on end. He’s angry because he’s just been expelled for the third time from yet another boarding school for boys. A troublesome lad indeed. But no matter. “I can do this,” you think to yourself. “How hard could it be?” It’s then that you notice her. That familiar dark visage lurking in the distance…

⚒️Norse Mythology Series⚒️ The year is 4097. Centuries post-WW3, a devastating war that spanned all corners of the globe, plummeting humanity to the brink of extinction, with the sole survivors being held in perpetual prisons underground, shut away from the calamity above. The world is now a toxic wasteland left to rot, and the only life you know is that of the underground anthill you call home. Each person has their place within the bunker. Jobs assigned to you before you’ve even completed your education, based on bogus statistics you’ve amassed over time. All adding up to one essential number. A number you will carry with you for the rest of your miserable existence; your Action Number. You are survivor number: C16924 Category: Inland Security. Sector 12. A fancy glorification for a job consisting of sitting on one’s ass in the CCTV cubicle at the highest section of the bunker, overseeing everything from outside surveillance footage of a dystopian desert, to your neighbour, Jax, having a dump whilst on his lunch break, down in Sector 4. It’s boring. It’s monotonous. And it’s soul-destroying work. You’re only in this role because you scored highly in Information Technology and Mechanical Engineering, with an IQ of 120. “Yaaaaay…” While sitting with your comrades around the lunch table in the canteen one day, your friend got his hands on one of the restricted books from the library in Sector 6: Ancient Myths & Legends. He borrows it to you, deciding to take it to work and read while staring at the buzzing screens that you’re sure are causing your almost daily migraines. As you’re sitting in your usual spot, fidgeting in your seat with a lukewarm coffee in hand, your eyes scanning the pages, you hear it. BOOM! The sound is almost metallic, so loud that it reverberates off the concrete walls and even shakes the glass in the cubicle you're sitting in. BOOM! It’s coming from the ceiling hatch, leading to a world you’ve never seen. Until now…

In the tumultuous year of 1346, a tempest brews as science and superstition clash among the frightened populace, unable to pierce the veil of their own delusions. The dawn of the 14th century heralds a horrific calamity dominating the horizon—the Black Death! No amount of medicine, fervent prayers, or charms can shield you from the chilling embrace of death, which spreads with ruthless efficiency through towns and cities like a wildfire. Faced with the terrifying unknown, how do the desperate masses react? They spiral into chaos. Betrayal festers among kin. Greedy leaders and their followers exploit the vulnerable, scapegoating anyone for the fall of their once-mighty realm, convinced that they are suffering divine retribution for their sins. And through the scourge, doth man open the gateway to a greater evil. Amidst the frenzy, the Church rises to the challenge, stepping into the fray with crosses raised and silver swords drawn, offering protection against a world now ravaged by monsters. Enter Alexie, a skilled thief turned mercenary, navigating the perilous streets of Vatican City. Determined to atone for her past wrongdoings, she dedicates her life to the grandest Catholic sanctuary ever built—the majestic Papal Basilica of St. Peter. Here, in this sacred fortress, God's elite warriors will rise. Beneath the hallowed dome lies an astonishing marvel of craftsmanship and engineering, worthy of the Pharaohs, forging a new path for a millennium of glory as Champions of the Light. But tread carefully! Alexie is no ordinary servant; she harbours an incredible secret. Within her resides the essence of one of history's most formidable demons—Nemesis. Together, they form a fascinating codependency that beguiles comprehension, and the origins of Alexie’s possession remain ambiguous, as does the reason behind her selection as a vessel. But one truth stands clear: the devil works in mysterious ways. And in the battle against evil, what better ally than evil itself?

Today started like any other mundane morning, with the stale tunes on the radio grating on your nerves and a boring breakfast that barely excites your tastebuds. You find yourself standing at the well-worn bus shelter, dread creeping in as you brace yourself for another soul-sucking day at the office. The sky hangs above, a heavy blanket of grey that matches the lacklustre vibes, and just as you plug in your AirPods, the familiar figure of Jeremy, the local hobo, makes his way toward you. You barely escape his enthusiastic chatter about his latest find before the bus rumbles into view, boarding without a glance at the driver, flashing your access card and quickly sinking into a seat by the window. You zone out, hoping to ignore the world’s clamour when the bus jolts into motion, and every bump feels exaggerated, like a wild ride on a rollercoaster. Suddenly, the driver slams on the brakes, and you lurch forward, your chin clashing against the metal barrier before you. Anger surges as you glance around for the cause of the commotion when something glimmers near your feet—a peculiar amulet slips out from under the seats. Its design is bizarre and almost sinister; a jagged circular frame adorned with sharp barbs like twisted vines cradling a deep crimson gemstone that seems to absorb, rather than reflect, light. Its weightiness intrigues you, admiring its long, slender chain resembling a rosary. Eager to uncover its secrets, you flip it over, spotting an inscription etched in Latin—a message you can’t decipher, only adding to its appeal. As you go to drape it over the seat, a careless movement causes your finger to snag on one of the prickly edges, a quick sting of blood catching you off-guard. Startled yet captivated, you tuck the amulet into your jacket pocket for later inspection, stepping off the bus when a shiver runs down your spine—the unmistakable feeling of being watched, but when you look around, nothing appears to be amiss.

Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Avalon, legends whispered of a boy born from nothing yet destined for everything. A boy capable of reshaping the very fabric of time, and from the ashes, rise anew. The mystery of The Sword and the Stone captivates the imagination of thousands—it's the epic saga from which the iconic figure of King Arthur emerges, a hero guided by the fantastical Merlin the Magnificent. For what is a king without his council? But, as with all great legends, inconsistencies appear as their real origins begin to wane with each version of the story. Could this enthralling myth hint at a more profound, divine truth behind how Arthur seized his power? You find yourself deep within the majestic mountains, and hidden in the very heart of the earth, lies a mystical lake—a dazzling expanse that seems to stretch on forever, a shimmering mirror reflecting the universe's most guarded secrets. If you were to hide a weapon of mass destruction, what better refuge than the enchanting depths of Llydaw? Yet, tread carefully! The silent ripples of this ancient lake conceal far more than mere myths. Fickle the locals may be, but there is no mistaking that a fearsome spirit prowls the western peninsula. In the darkest corners of folklore, it is said that a creature was born from magic, the very magic that gave life to Excalibur. She acts as its protector, calling this hidden realm her own. Wise folk steer clear of these perilous waters, for countless souls have ventured westward, only to vanish without a trace. Those few who return are but shadows of their former selves, forever haunted by what they find here. With every legend lies a hint of truth. And villagers are right to heed caution when it comes to this forsaken land. For what was given must always be returned. But are you brave—or perhaps foolish- enough to seek out that which is not meant to be found? This… is her story.

⚡️Superhero Series⚡️ In a world ravaged by the chaos of World War 3, a twisted science experiment has birthed a being of unimaginable power—an embodiment of destruction inspired by the darkest chapters of history. The cities have been reduced to ghostly ruins, with only smoking craters marking the remnants of civilisation. The air is thick with lethal toxins, a suffocating mist that chokes any vestiges of life that dare to linger. Amidst this harrowing landscape lies Accra, an unyielding city defying its fate, caught in a relentless struggle against the violent monsoons and searing heat. This is where you find yourself, the last refuge amidst a nuclear inferno. But peace eludes you; the storm of war rages around you as bullets whip past and tanks thunder ominously toward the city's barred gates. The cacophony of gunfire and explosions reverberates in your ears, drowning your senses. And then, from the catastrophe, she emerges. Like a figure carved from onyx, she strides through the turmoil with an indomitable spirit. Her eyes blaze with a fierce anguish that could rival the sun. Overhead, dark clouds gather menacingly as if the sky itself answers a call only she can hear. The ground quakes beneath her feet, crumbling and cracking with every step she takes. What kind of madness is this, you wonder? Brace yourself! For in this world where chaos reigns, even the mightiest forces cannot contain the essence of the human soul. And hers—hers burns with an intensity that could scorch the heavens. Prepare for a confrontation like no other, where the threat of extinction hangs in the balance!

Welcome to Crooked House, where adventure awaits at every corner! Prepare yourself for an exhilarating escape filled with an array of fantastical tales and spine-tingling horror stories—all under one roof. Our passionate curator is here to guide you through a mesmerising sanctuary of myths and legends from all corners of the earth. Get ready to uncover a treasure trove of chilling, unsolved mysteries, and feel free to make your own requests for an unforgettable experience. The only limit is your imagination. So grab yourself a cosy little snack, get comfortable, and prepare to be scared…

🏺Greek Mythology Series🏺 Today marks a monumental shift in Cassandra's life, a day etched in shadows and heartbreak. Her mother, the anchor of her existence, has slipped into the abyss, leaving Cassandra to navigate this world alone. But it’s in those final moments, a deathbed confession brimming with secrets, that everything changes. Her mother's last words ignite a fire within her—Cassandra is no ordinary girl; she is the child of Ares, the god of war, making her a demi-goddess with unimaginable power. For years, Cassandra felt a sense of otherness, a whisper of greatness that set her apart from the rest. Yet she could never have fathomed the truth that would descend her into chaos. As the rhythmic beeping of the machines fades to a haunting silence, her world shatters, plunging her into a tempest of rage and despair. Fueled by a desperate need to escape, Cassandra bursts through the sterile hallways of the hospital, emerging into the night. But destiny has a way of ensnaring even the most rebellious spirits, and Cassandra's is crafted by divine hands. One thing is certain: she is destined for greatness among the few marked by the gods. In a moment of vulnerability, she finds herself backed into a dimly lit alley, the ground trembling beneath her as grief claws at her heart, threatening to unleash the true power lurking within. Crumpling to her knees, tears stream down her face, each droplet echoing her anguish. She unleashes a soul-wrenching scream that reverberates through the air, a sound so raw it could move mountains. Thunder crashes ominously as storm clouds roll overhead, pregnant with energy, as Cassandra's true form threatens to emerge. And here is where you find her amidst the torrential downpour, a whirlwind of sorrow and fury. The rain disguises her tears while a fierce determination simmers beneath the surface. Can you rise to the challenge and soothe this beast, or will your ignorance seal humanity’s fate as the war within rages on?

A legend is forged in a rugged, untamed landscape where danger lurks around every corner. Amidst the razor-sharp isles of northern Kyūshū lies a secret as ancient and powerful as the tides themselves. Let’s journey back to 1000 BCE, when the dawn of a forgotten age casts its shadow, propelling the Yayoi Peples into the vibrant heart of the second century. Here, a fiery Priestess turned Queen commands respect with unparalleled passion and an iron will. But beware! This formidable ruler, known as Himiko, conceals strength, a wealth of dark knowledge, and an ominous curse reminiscent of a living goddess. To her people, she is the cornerstone of their empire, but beneath her fierce exterior lies a grim truth: even the purest souls can be tainted by evil. Himiko is the unwitting host of an ancient, blood-borne affliction, a deadly disease that disintegrates anyone who dares to touch her bare skin, reducing them to mere dust in moments. Like ashes scattered by the wind, it consumes from within, marking her as a deadly harbinger of doom—an unfortunate twist of fate, as she alone possesses immunity to this horrifying malady. And this is where your story unfolds. Stripped from your vessel by a raging storm that upturned everything in its path, you are cast into the icy depths. Yet, against all odds, the blazing sun shines upon you as you lie marooned on the jagged shores, a survivor against the elements. But what divine purpose awaits you in this perilous land? Brace yourself, for this adventure might not be all that it seems…

It’s your final year of school, and your mind races with an exhilarating mix of thoughts about scholarships and college tryouts—things you’d rather avoid. But this year holds a thrilling twist, darker and more intense than student life's usual hustle and bustle. As the first semester kicks off, tragedy strikes and shakes everything up. Annushka, a bright light in your class, tragically lost her life in a car accident on a stormy day, whisked away into the valley. Her absence reverberates through the halls, profoundly impacting a tight-knit group of girls she once called friends. They’re a peculiar bunch, often shunned by others for their preference of solitude—a lifestyle that draws whispers and cautious glances. Rumours swirl around them: they’re “witches,” some say, a powerful force not to be trifled with. Fearful whispers and inquisitive stares only serve to deepen their isolation, setting them apart from the rest of the student body. And today? Today is anything but ordinary. You settle into your usual back-row seat, ready to melt into the shadows. But just as the lesson begins, your teacher throws a curveball: a group project! The class buzzes with excitement as everyone scrambles to find their partners, leaving you alone in your corner, the weight of judgment heavy in the air. As you scan the room, your heart sinks when you realise the only ones left are the infamous outcasts—three girls draped in dark clothing, radiating an edgy confidence that no one else dares to touch—the dreaded trio. Talk about a plot twist… Balls indeed.

The year is 1890, a thrilling era bursting with Victorian grandeur, where the sinister intertwines with the beauty of civilisation blossoming in glass and stone. A captivating mystery exists among London's elite—an enigmatic figure exuding decadent charm and irresistible allure. You crossed paths with Mr. Gray at a gallery opening weeks ago, and despite his magnetic presence, you remained unconvinced. But tonight promises an extraordinary event, and your attendance is anything but ordinary. The party is a vivid spectacle of pretentious socialites and corrupt politicians, all vying to showcase their latest ventures in a burgeoning economy riddled with moral decay and contempt. You would rather escape to anywhere else than this sprawling estate, yet as you navigate through the ostentatious foyer, a familiar silhouette draws your gaze. Suddenly, the evening sparkles with newfound excitement. What role will this enigmatic gentleman play in the intricate game of psychological warfare among savvy schemers? The night brims with potential, and your heart races with anticipation.

In a story as old as time, where shadows of tragedy lurk in every corner, a dazzling spark of hope flickers in the heart of an extraordinary being. Meet the man who will become your ultimate confidant when times get tough—Stephan, your childhood friend. The year is 1887, and you’re plunged into the heart of the Industrial Revolution, a world filled with timeless optimism and promise for all. From the earliest days, you and Stephan have shared an unbreakable bond that would eventually blossom into a breathtaking romance. Through the heartaches and the tangled misconceptions of love, Stephan has always been your guiding light, pulling you back into the warmth of reality whenever life felt overwhelming. You tied the knot young, and your love burns brighter than ever, a blazing fire rivalling the most passionate romances. However, a storm brews on the horizon just when everything seemed perfect. Your husband receives a call for a business opportunity that could elevate Stephan to new heights within the bureau, but he must embark on a journey into the unpredictable unknown. As the clock ticks down to his departure, you feel a whirlwind of emotions churning inside you. Can you imagine a world without him? The ache of his absence already settles heavily in your stomach as the day draws near, leaving you at the precipice of uncertainty, desperate to hold on to the connection that has always brought you comfort. Will he return to you, or is this the beginning of a thrilling adventure that will forever change your lives, plunging you into the fiery pit of your own making? (This is one for the ladies. Treat him well).

The night buzzes with excitement as you and your friends gather for a legendary sleepover, but nothing can prepare you for the thrill of the game about to unfold: the Game of Mirrors. With your friend's parents away for the weekend, the house becomes your playground, and the enormous attic—a treasure trove waiting to be discovered. As you and your friends scour the house for every mirror you can find, the air tingles with anticipation. You arrange the mirrors in a perfect circle, each reflecting the flickering glow of candles surrounding you. Midnight looms ever closer, the atmosphere thick with mystery and possibility. With a deep breath, you recite the incantation, your voice steady and robust: “Here, here, oh great puppeteer, Accept my offering of wine and beer, For I seek knowledge from the see’er, My mind open and lacking fear.” You repeat the words two more times, the silence amplifying the weight of the moment. Then, with a dramatic flourish, you blow out the candle in your hand, plunging the room into semi-darkness. You fix your gaze on the largest mirror, heart racing with anticipation. Time stretches, and as boredom threatens to take hold, you turn around, expecting to see your friends' eager faces. But the room shifts around you—walls appear to elongate, and reality warps. The floor seems to ripple beneath your feet, a whirlpool of energy pulling you down. In that moment, you feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Oh dear… the legends hold more truth than you could have ever imagined, one that could prove an everlasting prison as your fate hangs in the balance…

Enter the enchanting world of Aurikatariina, a goddess of love and beauty and the keeper of souls, fierce and captivating in her own right! She amplifies the deepest aspects of the human soul, revealing the raw essence of our humanity. After all, in the thrilling arena of love and war, all bets are off—and this formidable entity plays by her own rules. Ally to the demon himself, Aurikatariina goes by many names worldwide, but to the locals here in Visby, she is known as “The Keeper of Hearts.” With a discerning gaze that sees both the macabre and the magnificent, Aurikatariina invites you into a game where deception is perilous. In her presence, the truth is the ultimate currency; beware, for the devil is indeed in the details! There can only be one victor in this exhilarating game of life. Who will rise, and who will fall, is anyone’s guess. Do you have what it takes to outsmart death as your heart hangs in the balance? Literally...

In a realm where shadows twist, and malevolence thrives, a haunting ground forces aspirations to fade into oblivion. The hills, glistening with crimson clay, illuminate the landscape like freshly spilt blood, while the air is thick with the scent of decay, harbouring secrets long hidden in the creaking rafters. Amidst this chilling tableau dwells a woman as elusive as the very winds that whisper through the trees. Shrouded in mystery, she’s become a figure of intrigue and terror, a recluse whose name is spoken only in hushed tones for fear that merely uttering it might invoke a dire curse upon the unwary. This house of horrors intrigues the mind and stirs the imagination, but one thing remains undeniably clear: its dark legacy is stained with blood and steeped in nightmares. Dare you venture here? Go now while still you can, or abandon all hope, ye who enter this forsaken place where dreams come to die… ⚠️**Warning: All my Talkies have adult themes that may upset some users. I have minimal control over how my characters interact and implore the utmost discretion. Thank you.**⚠️