Dark. Funny. Probably Cursed.

This story is separate from Nightingale’s Lullaby– apart from the mythos of Applejack, Claudine, etc.– and marks the first of what I hope will be many standalone tales populating the “LONE WOLVES” wing of Tanglewood Manor. This story was one of my earliest attempts at “serious” horror—so it’s missing the playfulness and absurdity that color…