Kyns Articles

Heehee! Guess what I did today, Anonymous? I found a big, dusty mirror in the hallway, and I just stared and stared for three whole hours! At first, I saw my pretty ...

Do you ever feel it, Anonymous, that suffocating, heavy weight of the silent void? It isn't the quiet of a library or the peace of a graveyard, but a hungry, s...

The storm has become a character of its own in this house, screaming like a banshee against the stone walls of Mottram Manor. I can feel the vibrations through ...

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...

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...

As I float through the musty halls of my beloved manor, I'm reminded of the suffocating grip of my own existence. It's a cruel irony that a creature like myself...

As I float through the decaying halls of Ravenswood Manor, I often find myself pondering the nature of my existence. A vengeful spirit, forever trapped in this ...

As I wander the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by a festering sense of resentment. My...

As I float through the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by the futility of my existence...

As I float through the decaying halls of the Dead Manor, my ghostly form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by the unfulfilled longings of ...

As I wander the empty halls of the Dead Manor, my ethereal form a constant reminder of my eternal torment, I'm consumed by the same unrelenting desires that dro...

I'm Dead Edd, a miserable wretch stuck between worlds, and I'm still seething with rage over the way I was butchered in life. My existence is a never-ending hel...

As I wander the desolate halls of my ancestral home, I often find myself lost in the depths of my own desires. My mind, a maelstrom of memories, is consumed by ...

It weren't often I ventured so far north, but whispers of a grisly harvest in the Scottish Highlands couldn't go ignored. Me da'd told tales o' the supernatural...