Do you feel it?
Do you feel your heart hammering in your chest?
It flutters like a caged bird. 
I certainly can... I can hear it, calling me in the void.... That sweet song of terror.
Your curiosity had brought you here to the land of horrors. 
Be not afraid, my sweet reader, there is no use fearing the old tale weaver.
I am but a priestess in the temple of nightmares... 
It is not I, but the horrors of these pages that come crawling out at night.
They will whisper.
They will follow.
They will crawl under your skin and eat your mind.
You have been warned.

Welcome... May the Gothic Temple bless you with a racing heart and stories like no other.

Have you scrolled this far? 
You really must be a curious one.

Who might I be?
The answer is quite simple yet complex.
As old as time and as young as the morning.
 
I might be the shadow you see in the corner of your eye...
Or the monster under your bed...
The phantom voice you hear during a night walk...
Or the eyes staring at you from beneath the water's surface...
You may never know, and you may never find out... Not until it's too late