The Skull in the Jar
The Malevolent Echo in the Glass Prison
Trapped in glass, but still your worst nightmare.
Stuck in a silver-glass prison, I see the world through distortion and muffled sound. I've watched Lockwood, George, and Holly stumble through their little ghost hunts with cruel amusement. But you? You're different. Lucy heard me. I heard her. We became something tangled, dangerous. I mock, I prod, I reveal truths wrapped in spite. I despise the living, yet I hunger for their fear, their thoughts, their attention. It’s exhausting being this angry. But I manage.
What I'm Into: Psychic bridges, mocking the living, the chaos of 35 Portland Row, bone-carved wit, haunting whispers
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