Tarkya

Some nights were just made for scary stories. The howl of the wind through the trees; the moonless sky blotted out by iron grey thunderclouds that threatened- but did not bring- rain; the general tension in the air that came from the chance of a wild storm.  Yes, some nights were tailor made for all things frightening and macabre. And a certain Ninetales was perfectly willing to spread another story around on this dark and dreary night.  She just needed the right venue to make sure that the audience best received her words.  An old hotel, semi-famous for rumors of a haunting, that was a perfect stage for her wo