Danse Macabre by Camille Saint-Saens except you can hear it inexplicably playing – by a whole orchestra no less – while lost in the forest at night. You have a gut feeling that you shouldn’t, but following the music seems like your best bet at no longer being lost. Nevermind that you keep hearing footsteps around you that aren’t yours – there’s no one there, no matter how many times you check.
“Bright eyed young ladies, upon finding themselves in luxurious yet gloomy manors, in cemeteries, and foggy moors must remember to maintain a level head.
Keep a candlestick nearby for unexpected descents into basements and catacombs. Such opportunities are only presented in the dead of night.
Only keen eyes will discern the phantoms lurking through the halls; and listen close for laughing devils and wretched specters crying from the balcony.
Write well and often to acquaintances and family, so as not to miss any mysteries unfolding from afar. And so should something ghastly befall one of our bright eyed young ladies, so that someone else may carry on the tale and perhaps even seek bloodthirsty vengeance.”
Concept: Boys resting their head on your chest, pressing their cheek against your skin and falling asleep to the comforting sound of your heartbeat as you play with their hair, kiss the top of their head and tell them that they’re safe and loved.
TheOriginalGodsGirlRachel 