Echoes from the Loam

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Vol 1 features Emily, Jakob and @appalachianboobust 

The sorrowful tale of a bride and her untimely demise.
Remember these rules:
Do not plant thistle in spring.  
Do not wear white on the moor.  
Do not speak her name after dusk.
 
You are the vow....

One family's legacy, a witch bottle filled with personal items like urine, hair, pins, nails, and bones. Made to trap and repel malevolent forces. To protect the village.
Or was it?
 

Described as a devilish figure with clawed hands, glowing red eyes, and the ability to jump impossibly high, he terrorized Londoners with sudden attacks, eerie laughter, and even bursts of blue flame.
 

They were born of ash and omen, bloodline bound to Salem’s flame.  
Summoned to a cottage veiled in bramble and bone.  
But the hearth burns with an older hatred—one who hunted their kin.  
 

Beneath the windswept granite of Bodmin Moor, something prowls.  
Not quite myth, not quite beast—its silhouette flickers between folklore and fear. 
 

The light whispers of a forgotten penance, binding itself to the sin he buried in silence.  
Each night, it burns brighter, revealing fragments of a past he swore never to remember.  

An ancient library, a strange Archivist and a ritualistic exchange of ashes for memory.
The ritualistic choosing of a new archivist.
Remember a memory lasts a lifetime.

Letters from our wayward souls and fellow crypt keepers on the occult occurrences that haunt them.
@haunted_.uk @gh.paranormal @moondavis0 @erikthompson1971
 

The Lantern Man
On All Hallows’ Eve, the veil thins. In one forgotten village, it burns.  
They say if you see the Lantern Man, you don’t see morning.