☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: The Whispering Shade
Oh, this one’s a gem, darlings. Gather 'round. It’s a tale of fear, mystery, and that creeping feeling you get when you know something’s lurking in the shadows. So, if you're one of those brave souls who thinks they're safe in their own bed... well, let me introduce you to a little nightmare you really don’t want to meet.
You might know him by different names—The Boogeyman, The Shadow Walker, The Night Terror—but here in the World of 4EverMore, we call him the Whispering Shade. And trust me, you do not want to run into this one in the middle of the night.
Now, don’t start with me about how it’s just a story for the children or some ridiculous bedtime fable to keep them from wandering off. This is real, darling, and if you don’t believe me, well, you might just get a very personal visit.
The Whispering Shade first appeared long, long ago, back when the World of 4EverMore was still young, and its inhabitants still thought they had the luxury of sleeping through the night without fear. But that peace? Gone in a whisper.
It all started in a small village at the edge of the Enchanted Forest, a place where the trees grew so thick, sunlight barely touched the ground. The villagers were a superstitious bunch, and they had every reason to be. Strange things happened in that forest—lights that flickered and died, animal tracks that led nowhere, and the occasional scream that sent shivers down the spine. But they told themselves it was just nature being mysterious, as it so often is.
But then, children began to disappear.
It started with the youngest of the village. They'd be playing one moment, laughing and running through the narrow streets, and the next, they'd be gone. No trace. No clue. At first, it was written off as some wild animal or a band of mischievous forest spirits. But then... it started to happen more frequently. And it wasn’t just children anymore. Young men and women, all between the ages of 8 and 16, vanished into the night.
The villagers grew desperate. They held meetings, prayed, and even offered sacrifices to the forest gods. Nothing worked.
And that’s when the whispers started.
It was said that, on certain nights, when the wind was just right and the moon hung like a sliver of silver in the sky, you could hear him—the Whispering Shade. His voice was soft, almost soothing, a wind-like hiss that promised comfort and safety... and then, destruction. It was always a lullaby—his signature tune—a soft, barely audible murmur that called the children, pulling them from their beds with a promise of a “better place.” His voice would float through the cracks in the windows, slither under doors, and seep into their dreams.
Once the Shade had you, you didn’t run. Oh no. He would never let you run. No, no. He’d crawl into your soul, his breath cold against your ear, his presence a weight that pressed down on your chest, making it hard to breathe. He’d whisper things—soft words that tangled with your thoughts, turning them into twisted little knots. And with each whisper, you’d drift closer to the edge of your own sanity.
One night, the village decided they’d had enough. A group of brave souls—foolish, really—set out to find this thing that haunted their children, this Shade that had become the stuff of nightmares. They entered the forest, armed with nothing but torches and their own stubborn bravery, foolish enough to think they could beat whatever it was that had already claimed so many.
They never came back.
What happened that night is still a mystery. Some say they heard the whispers, felt the Shade’s breath on their skin. Others swear they saw his figure—a shadowy shape with no face, just dark, swirling fog where his features should have been. And those that heard the whispers… well, they never spoke again.
It’s said that if you listen closely enough, you can hear the Shade still—lurking just beyond the edges of your hearing. His whispers follow you, wherever you go. They creep up on you in the dead of night, when you’re alone, when you’re weakest. Some say you can hear it in your dreams. Others hear it in the back of their minds, faint and distant, but ever-present.
Some say he is an ancient malevolent being other claim he is a Vampire from an ancient clan, oh and others say there are many of them and it's not just one evil entity! Personally, I'm not happy with any of the claims because they are all terrible.
And now, darling, here’s the kicker: The Whispering Shade doesn’t just take children. No, no. Anyone can fall victim to him, young or old, weak or strong. They were so focused on the missing youth they weren't paying attention! The moment you hear his voice - no matter how faint, no matter how tempting - you are his. Forever.
So, the next time you’re tucked into bed, all cozy and safe, and you hear that soft whisper on the wind, don’t think for a second it’s just the trees rustling or the wind playing tricks on you.
Because if you hear him? If you even think you hear him?
Run.
And if you can’t? Well, you might just be hearing the last whispers you’ll ever hear.
Now go, darlings, and remember: The Whispering Shade is always closer than you think. And he always knows your name.
