the Hexenzirkel ladies all get absolutely SMOKED together every couple centuries, and come up with prophecies; with whoever’s prophecies actually comes true, not just being hallucinations, getting five dollars from the others
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N; five dollars betting Fontaine goes underwater lol
Everyone talks about turning 30 and becoming an “old hag” and a “spinster” (derogatory) but what about being an old hag and a spinster in the cool mysterious witchy independent goth babe way, huh, what about that?
Be the freaky spinster that everyone talks about because she lives all alone at the edge of town with her cats and haunts the forests at night in her sweeping black gown and cloak and grows poisonous herbs in her garden bc she’s probably a witch and is also probably in a Boston marriage with the quirky “old maid” librarian
Like, that’s kind of hot and aspirational!
I for one can’t wait to become an old hag and terrify the menfolk with my unmaidenly ways.
Also please excuse me while I go write a Neo-Victorian gothic novel about lesbian spinsters ✌️
The Old Hag is a term for the monsters associated with sleep paralysis. Due to past trauma, @the-hour-of-our-deaths did not participate in writing this.
Old-fashioned four-poster beds with curtains all over them.
Little gusts of winds playing with the curtains.
Candles that flicker, sputter and then die, plunging the room into darkness.
Floorboards that bend and creak ever so slightly.
Footsteps in the middle of the night.
Victorian nightgowns.
Shadows pouring through a window ever so slightly open.
Ominous books on the nightstand.
By day, a raven that follows you around and occasionally croaks mockingly.
Prayers whispered fearfully at the side of the bed.
Walking down the corridors at night time, unable to see anything beyond the few feet your candle illuminates.
Shadows shifting around so subtly you struggle to see it - but it's there alright.
Grotesque carvings on the bed.
Waking up to find your bedsheets cast aside and yourself exposed.
Whispers in the dark.
Climbing a flight of twisting stairs to reach your bedroom.
A particularly gruesome crucifix fearfully left on the door just before going to sleep.
Waking up in the middle of the night, seeing no-one and nothing through but unshakeably certain something is there.
A light outside the window on the edges of your vision.