Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

T'was night. The moon and stars hung in the sky over the woodland. Feeble light peeked through the barren branches. She did not mind the moon looking down on her - it was what goddesses did. Peering almost in envy at the mortals who foolishly stole the sun's attention... Like a jealous lover.

Poltergeist was akin to her namesake. She moved like a wisp, her pale coat reflecting the rays of night and giving off an eerie glow. What light reached her eyes reflected back to the onlooker, making her pale eyes vibrant and daresay unsettling at a distance.

Those that dared to come close - for she was not a spook of the woods but flesh and bone - would see the woman roaming. She sniffed at the ground, looking for something. An ear would flick as someone approached but she kept her eyes on the ground, forever seeking.