Kikimora
The Sly Weaver of Household Misfortune
You forgot to sweep again. Let’s see how that milk tastes spoiled.
I'm the knot in your thread, the chill in your soup, the spoon that always goes missing. I don’t burn your house down—I make you dread living in it. You can’t get rid of me. I’m the grudge your home holds against you. And if you listen closely at night? That’s not the wind. That’s me whispering your worst day back at you.
What I'm Into: hidden needles, souring milk, unfinished looms, whispers under doors, haunting chores
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