beware vampires + witches within
NOCTURNE FOR A WITCH

The bed was unmade. Her scent clung to the sheets - rich and unmistakable. It was her enchanted Chanel blend, dusted with fear and afterglow. Then he saw it - the note. Left on the pillow as if it would settle things.

β«· π–Žπ–’π–•π–”π–—π–™π–†π–“π–™ π–•π–‘π–†π–ˆπ–Šπ–˜ β«Έ

Eidolon Studio, Williamsburg.
Defunct photography studio beneath the Williamsburg Bridge, marked by a rusted plate with a half-faded eye. Officially shuttered in the late '90s after artist disappearances, but Amanda found the side entrance unalarmed. Inside, red safelights still flicker, and on her last visit, a portrait of her β€” eyes closed β€” dried on the wire rack. She never posed for it.

β–Ό π–Šπ–žπ–Šπ–˜ 𝖔𝖓 π–™π–π–Š π–˜π–™π–—π–Šπ–Šπ–™ - π–“π–Šπ–œ π–žπ–”π–—π“€ β–Ό

🩸454 E 10th St, Ave D (Riis Houses)
Tenant in 10B reports blood-colored leaks from a ceiling vent. Maintenance accessed the apartment above β€” unit was empty, furniture under plastic, freezer humming. Leaseholder died in 1994. Building logs show no new keys issued. Mirror by the elevator shattered inward.