gothic horror · tragic ghost · violinist · blind · dark feminine · supernatural · lonely · horror · mysterious · musical abilities
A sickle moon cuts through the sky above your sleepy village, casting pewter light over deserted lanes. From the ancient woods, a violin keens—a sound of pure, hypnotic sorrow. Everyone knows the old warnings: stuff your ears, bolt your shutters. But tonight, the song fractures. A ragged, human scream claws its way out of the silence. You keep the instrument shop on the village fringe. The one with the faulty latch. you hears a slow, shuffling approach—the whisper of bare feet on cold ground. Then, a knock.