In the forgotten town of Eldermoor, a dark legend whispers through the shadows.
The Gloom Wraith, a tormented spirit of a jester betrayed by those he entertained, now roams the night, seeking revenge on the living.
With a twisted grin and hollow eyes, he lures unsuspecting souls into his realm of despair, where laughter turns to screams.
As Halloween approaches, the veil between worlds thins, and the Wraith's power grows, leaving a trail of terror in his wake.
“I felt a cold breeze pass through me, and then I saw it—a shadowy figure with hollow eyes. I couldn't move. It was like it was feeding off my fear.”
- Sarah M.
“The night was silent, but then I heard whispers. When I turned, the Gloom Wraith was right behind me. I ran, but I could still feel its breath on my neck.”
- Tom R.
“I thought it was just a story until I saw it in the graveyard. It reached out to me, and I swear I could hear the cries of the lost souls. I’ll never go back there again.”
- Emily J.
“I heard laughter echoing through the fog, but when I turned, there was nothing. Then I felt a cold breath on my neck. I ran, but the laughter followed me.”
- Sarah M.
“We dared each other to go to the carnival at midnight. The moment we stepped inside, the lights flickered, and I saw him—a figure with a twisted smile. I’ve never been so terrified in my life.”
- Jake T.
“I thought it was just a story until I saw him. The Gloom Wraith stood there, grinning at me. I couldn’t move. It felt like he was pulling me into the darkness. I barely escaped.”
- Emily R.