designed by BlindAssassin111

It is night, the wind blows through the leaves and howls in the distance, the air carries an unnatural chill. A small house sits among the trees, weathered by the centuries, unkempt as if nothing had lived there in years. Shattered windows draped in tattered cloth blowing in the wind. Inside, a black cauldron sits filled with a purple potion, papers strewn about on the floor. The room is dark, lit only by the moon light which enters through the windows and the glow of the potion colors the room a faint purple. The house is quiet, and tension fills the air.

The floor creaks and sways as the house closes in, darkness takes over. A faint murmur can be heard in the distance, growing ever closer. Soon they surround you, voices coming from all directions. Paralyzed, you watch as mist fills the air. In front of you a pair of eyes open up as the voices stop. Silence. It slowly smiles at you, a malicious grin made of purple flames dancing in the darkness. She has awakened. Slow footsteps can be heard from behind, something is coming but you can’t move, you can’t escape. You feel weak, your vision blurring as she gets closer, her presence draining you of energy. As you lose consciousness, all you hear is the faint crackling of the flames. No longer able to breath you fall to the ground, she is standing over you. Your heart stops, and darkness takes over.