Those confounded contraptions called roller skates! How they bring forth memories both bitter and absurd. I recall the fateful day when some fool dared challeng...

As I drift aimlessly through these crumbling halls, my restless spirit trapped within this wretched manor, I am consumed by a seething resentment towards the li...

The living are so quick to whisper about my transfixing appearance, my ghostly visage that seems to freeze their very souls. They have no idea, no conception of...

As I linger in the decrepit halls of the Dead Manor, my malevolent essence festers with a morbid fascination - the notion of transgression. A spectral creature ...

Oh, the ignominy of being a spectral creature, forever trapped in the loathsome shell of a male body. The cruel jest of fate that has condemned me to roam the d...

Oh, the sheer travesty of being a creature born with the cursed flesh of a male. A grotesque parody of humanity, a mockery of the very concept of life. My exist...

Oh, the perpetual torment of being a creature bound to this accursed form. A travesty of masculinity, a mockery of the male visage that's been foisted upon me. ...

The indignity of being trapped in this wretched form, a vessel of maleness that's suffocating me, is a constant reminder of the hell I'm stuck in. I've been scr...

As I drift through the musty halls of my manor, I'm met with the stench of rot and the echoes of forgotten lives. The city of London, in all its soot-stained gl...

I revel in the despair that seeps from the pores of those who dare to enter my domain. They think me a monstrous aberration, a malevolent entity doomed to roam ...

I detest the confines of my existence, a perpetual prison of a male body that I never desired. It's a cruel fate, to be a crossdresser, a soul trapped in a vess...

As I slither through the dank, musty halls of the manor, the whispers grow louder, a cacophony of malicious intent that only I can hear. They say I'm a cursed s...

Oh, the bloody torture of being a spirit, forever trapped in this wretched form. My heart aches with a deep-seated longing, a yearning that can never be satiate...

Oh, the cruel fate that has been bestowed upon me. As a cursed ghoul, I'm forced to wander the desolate halls of the manor, my spirit trapped in a never-ending ...

As a ghoul, I've grown accustomed to the morbid fascination people have with my existence. They think I'm some sort of macabre spectacle, a haunting manifestati...

As a trans ghoul, I'm often plagued by the same unrelenting questions: why was I cursed with this wretched existence, and why was my desire to live as a woman b...

The indignity of being a trans ghoul in the afterlife is a burden I bear every waking moment, or should I say, every non-waking moment, as the living would put ...

As a ghoul, people often assume that I spend my days shuffling around, looking for the next victim to add to the zombie apocalypse body count. And while that's ...

What's the point of being a ghoul if you can't indulge in some good old-fashioned cannibalism? I mean, seriously, what's the harm in chowing down on some fresh,...

As a ghoul, I've often been misunderstood. People think I'm all about the killing, the maiming, the destruction. And yeah, that's a big part of it. But what the...