Christine was never in a hurry. With patient hands and a loving heart, she wove warmth into every stitch, her knitting a quiet act of devotion. Even in death, she lingers, needles clicking softly in the stillness, crafting unseen gifts for those in need.

In a forgotten village, a grieving dollmaker sought to defy death itself. When his beloved daughter fell to fever, he stitched her soul into a handcrafted doll, believing he had saved her.

Drift is never truly seen, only glimpsed. A shape at the edge of your vision, a shadow in the reflection that wasn’t there a moment ago. Those who notice it become part of its endless journey.

In the quiet town, whispers tell of Grace, a ghost who lingers not in malice, but in love. Her touch is a warm breeze, her presence a comforting hum. Lost children find solace in her handmade bears, a symbol of her eternal care.

Every year, Florence sent her child a birthday balloon, always tied with a note filled with love. Even after her passing, the tradition continues. Each year, without fail, a single balloon appears, drifting gently to their doorstep, carrying a message from beyond.

Beware the roads at dusk, for the most charming rogue to ever haunt the highways rides again. DT the Dandy Highwayman is no ordinary spirit—cloaked in tattered elegance, his presence is announced by the rustling of unseen silk

Void does not speak. It does not move. It only watches. At first, it’s a fleeting glimpse in the corner of your vision—a dark figure, featureless except for its stark white eyes.

The wind carries a sound not meant for human ears—a wail of sorrow so piercing it freezes blood in the veins. Those who follow it never return, lost within the black void of Howl.

In the quiet corners of forgotten attics and moonlit corridors, Yara drifts—a specter woven from whispers and thread. Her knitted form is stitched with sorrow, each loop and weave holding the echoes of voices long past.

Bound by an iron weight, Anchor drifts between the realms of the living and the dead. Once a mariner who cast a cursed anchor into the sea, he is now forever shackled to its chains, dragging it through the afterlife. His sin was greed, his punishment eternal

Elsie’s hands once stitched love into every thread, her embroidery marking life’s milestones. But love, like thread, can fray. In solitude, she sewed her final piece for someone who never came home, her heart unraveling with each stitch

The lanterns lining the streets of Kyoto flickered like fading memories as night descended upon the ancient district. Long ago, this place had been vibrant, its winding alleys bustling with travelers eager to see the renowned Geisha of the Hanabira Tea House

In life, Hunter tracked ghosts with cutting-edge tools and fearless ambition. But when a vengeful spirit outsmarted him, his fate was sealed—becoming what he once pursued.

Deep within the Ember Hollow lies a secret waiting to be reignited. Flare, the glowing orange-to-purple Cutie Patootie, follows the whispers of forgotten magic to the hidden embers of the last phoenix.

In life, Fran's crochet creations brought warmth and joy to those in need. Now, as a ghost, her work continues—blankets appear on cold nights, toys bring smiles to lonely children, and her grand tapestry glows with magical threads of love and memory.

When the air thickens with whispers and soft cries echo through the dark, beware—The Husk is near. A grotesque hive of parasitic specters, its flesh-colored form births a swarm of red, slime-covered ghosts connected by sickly tendrils of ectoplasm.

Garnet, born Ruby Stevens, came from humble beginnings in London's East End. As a child, she was enamoured by the fine jewels and accessories flaunted by noble ladies that seemed worlds apart from her own bare tenement existence. Ruby vowed she would adorn herself in such some day.

Few possessed a nobler soul than Blight, the kindly village doctor who faced the Black Death's grim arrival with tireless compassion. While others fled in terror as the plague erupted, Blight alone had the courage to care for the suffering despite the risks.

Dominic McDevitt, a former Irish priest turned public interest lawyer, never lost his core goal of fighting for those in need of an ethical, moral voice even after leaving the clergy.

Cressida Coinwell lived for the limelight. As an aspiring actress in 1890s New York, she honed her craft in small theatre troupes, longing for her big break onto the Broadway stage.