The contract is signed. The dowry is paid. Beatrice will wed before the moon is full.
The Blackmoor heir's smile cuts too wide. His fingers trail silken strands that cling too tightly. Something stirs in the shadows of the marriage bed…a skittering, hungry presence. The villagers whisper of vanished brides. Of muffled screams behind velvet drapes. Of the way the manor's walls sometimes...pulse in the moonlight.
Beatrice is about to learn why no Blackmoor bride has ever been seen again.
A Halloween horror. 18+
The Blackmoor heir's smile cuts too wide. His fingers trail silken strands that cling too tightly. Something stirs in the shadows of the marriage bed…a skittering, hungry presence. The villagers whisper of vanished brides. Of muffled screams behind velvet drapes. Of the way the manor's walls sometimes...pulse in the moonlight.
Beatrice is about to learn why no Blackmoor bride has ever been seen again.
A Halloween horror. 18+