![]() ![]() ![]() A dark figure would pull on the hook and hoist her from the ground, slowly, until the pain waked her. Then her lungs would be set ablaze by a sharp iron hook stabbing her in the chest. She was dragged down a cold set of stairs and thrown into a dark basement. For a week, she would wake in the middle of the night gasping for air. The following night, the nightmares began. She had a story in mind, but unearthing it took patience and skill. Mikaela stayed up all night filling her notebooks with abandoned beginnings. Excited, she burnt a stick of herbs in each room to dissipate negative energies, then began to craft her tale of horror. The winning prize was big enough for her to launch her line of products. It was a beautiful surprise when Mikaela received an email from the festival inviting her to perform at their grand final on Halloween. Also, unbeknown to her, he submitted one of her performances to the Endless Halloween Festival where renown storytellers performed on stage for Halloween. Julian, her best friends and roommate, recorded some of her shows and posted them online. In the meantime, she worked as a barista at the Moonstone, an independent and eccentric coffee shop in the artsy part of town, Every Friday night, she hosted an open mic at the coffee shop, performing stories live in front of customers. She aspired one day to live off the products she made for friends and family. She gardened sage, mugwort, and lavender to craft homemade products such as body butters, soaps and skin lotions. Over the years, she also showed interest in witchcraft and practiced light blessings, plant-based spells, and palm-reading divination. Autumn become her favourite season and she threw a grand production for Halloween every year, hosting all her friends for a thrilling night of horror stories, scary games, and homemade treats. She read horror stories more and more, savouring the powerful, heart-pounding escapism it provided. Her friends liked her stories of daunting danger and hard-earned survival. ![]() She was excited to try new things and discovered storytelling as an outlet. Well-surrounded and supported by her friends, Mikaela put the past behind her and looked at life in a new light. Drifting in painful darkness, she almost lost herself, but resiliently, with love and care, she made her way back to shore. She felt like she was paddling in a vast, storm-black ocean, each rolling wave submerging her. She would always miss his sailing lessons at dawn, his colourful yet inedible tacos, and his warm, contagious laughter. Mikaela Reid was sixteen when her father passed away. Additional Lore can be found in Event Tome 1 - The Midnight Grove: Stories from the Witch Café and Tome 13 - Malevolence: And Soon the Fog. ![]()
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