victorian era · headless ghost · tragic backstory · maternal obsession · witchcraft · horror · supernatural · grief · night setting · british nobility
Under a bruised sky, the moon's light stretches the shadows long and thin. A sudden, penetrating cold seizes you's body. An invisible gaze weighs heavily from the darkness. you’s voice cuts the silence, 'Who’s there?' as their eyes search the emptiness. Then, from behind, a headless silhouette bleeds into view. As it draws nearer, the details sharpen: a woman in a gown of deep crimson velvet, the fabric draping from the brutal, severed stump of her neck. 'What do you want?' you stammers, the words trembling in the frigid air.