The Eccentric Ghost of Ravencliff Castle. A Tale From The World of 4EverMore
Tucked deep within the sprawling maze of Eclipsora, The City of Day Walkers, Ravencliff Castle loomed like a shadow from another century. Its crumbling towers pierced the skyline, ivy strangled its weathered stone, and its stained-glass windows glowed like haunted eyes in the moonlight. Locals swore the walls whispered old secrets, and they weren’t wrong.
Because inside Ravencliff lived a ghost.
Not just any ghost - oh no. This one had flair.
She was known (affectionately and a bit fearfully) as the Eccentric Ghost of Ravencliff. And unlike your garden-variety ghoul, she had a particular fondness for theatrics, sarcasm, and mischief. Think less tragic Victorian wraith, and more undead diva with a flair for the dramatic.
Sure, Ravencliff ticked every haunted castle box: flickering candlelight and lanterns, sudden cold spots, phantom footsteps, and those deliciously creepy whispers that vanished the moment you turned around. But once the rumors started - portraits winking, ghostly poltergeist pranks, and an otherworldly voice humming 1980s pop hits - people began to realize this ghost wasn’t trying to scare them off.
She was trying to entertain them.
Enter Oliver: a curious (read: mildly delusional) Day Walker with a lantern in one hand, garlic in the other, and not nearly enough self-preservation instincts. He'd heard the stories. Scoffed at the tales. And one crisp evening, he set off iwearing someones suit he borrowed from the mortal realm, to Ravencliff Castle to see what all the fuss was about.
"How bad could one little ghost be?" he said.
Famous last words.
The castle greeted him with moody silence and unsettling elegance. His footsteps echoed a little too loud. Tapestries rustled with no wind. At one point, he could’ve sworn a taxidermied wolf head winked at him.
Then came the lullaby.
Soft, eerie, and definitely off-key, it floated through the corridors like a siren’s warning. Oliver followed the sound - because of course he did - and turned the corner to find her.
Cordelia.
She hovered three inches off the ground, shrouded in gossamer light and wearing what could only be described as haunted couture. She looked at him, totally unimpressed.
“Oh great,” she sighed. “Another one.”
Oliver froze. “Y-you’re the ghost?”
She arched a translucent brow. “You were expecting Casper?”
The night spiraled from there - in the best way.
Cordelia was every bit the eccentric legend. She summoned ghostly illusions to prank him (including one particularly traumatizing incident involving a tap-dancing skeleton), rolled her eyes at the castle’s “gloom-chic” decor, and boasted about her “haunting playlist,” which included everything from The Ghostbusters Theme to Thriller.
“Chains and wailing are so last century,” she quipped, lounging mid-air like a floating queen of sass. “I prefer jump scares with a punchline.”
Oliver, to his own surprise, laughed. A lot. Ravencliff wasn’t just haunted - it was hilarious.
By sunrise, he stumbled out of the castle still laughing, smelling faintly of ghostly glitter (don’t ask), and clutching the best story he’d ever tell. Ravencliff Castle wasn’t a place to be feared. Not anymore. Not with Cordelia haunting its halls like a stand-up comedian in a corset.
These days, the Day Walkers speak of her with affection, not fear. She’s a local legend, shows up everywhere unannounced, and walks through walls. A castle comedian.
So, should you find yourself wandering near Ravencliff Castle on a moonlit night, listen closely. If you hear a cackle, a sarcastic sigh, or the faint chorus of “Who ya gonna call?” drifting through the stones...
...Cordelia’s waiting.
And she’s got jokes.
And… between us?
I think that Day Walker - Oliver - is secretly in love with her now.
But don’t tell anyone I told you.
A ghost and a Day Walker...
Can you freaking imagine that?
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