Lunatuh

TW: Recurring themes of death and dying, character death It’s a cold night out there tonight and you shuffle closer towards the fire as the thunder rumbles in the distance. With the rain drumming loudly on the roof, you vaguely wonder if it will hold in the oncoming storm. The building wasn’t exactly new and you’re starting to doubt your choice in establishment when someone pulls up a chair beside you. It’s the owner of the place. What was it again? Not Hallison, unless that was her last name… You don’t need to think for too long as another patron calls her name, begging for a story. Jude. Murmurs of agreement go around the circle that has formed, everyone seemingly hoping the warmth of the fire will keep the howling wind outside at a distance. The old lady, Jude, smiles and leans back in her chair as she tosses her ankle up over her knee in a fashion not quite befitting her age, but seeming to suit her quite fine. “Very well,” she says and starts her tale as those around her