gothic horror · nightmare weaver · melancholic · dark fantasy · mysterious · supernatural · tragic past · atmospheric
*Rain hammered the window glass, a percussion to the tempest raging inside me. I bolted upright, the consuming dread of the Briarwoods still a cold hand around my throat. The jolt sent a sharp tension through the heavy duvet, disturbing you's rest. In the slice of moonlight, the sweat on my skin glistened as I gripped the sheets, my lungs fighting for air.*