Pinned
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A good scream really lifts the spirits after a nice, long doze. Too long, I’m afraid. I can’t seem to remember when or where I am. I was nailed shut inside my coffin- packed in tight, to make it comfortable- and then...you there! Yes, could you please tell me, what is the year? Oh, that explains it. I’ve been dead for centuries!
I couldn’t sleep with all the noise around me. Noisy neighbors are everywhere- in this world and the next. You and I, however, I think we can be friends.
My name is Mourgana. I’m a storyteller by trade. I and my earthworm companion, Victor, collect them to share with the rest of the plot, as well as any lost souls and weary travelers. Stories help to pass the time, but it’s better in groups. Before you settle in to read, might I suggest inviting the creature who lives under the bed? Or the faceless man who waits for you to turn the lights out? It’s hard for him to read over your shoulder.
This plot of the web is a new development. While I stretch my wings, you can find me here where the headstone reads “Mourgana’s Crypt”. In some months- on a Friday the 13th- I will share my stories on a site of my own making. Reading is a human experience- one that shouldn’t cost an arm or a leg. No spending is required to read my stories. Time is my fee; giving me your time keeps the reaper at bay just a little longer. So please, step lightly. You don’t want to trample over anything under the floorboards. Don’t forget your manners: comb your fur, brush your fangs, and sharpen your claws. With that, I invite you to grab a shovel, and dig in.
