The Tangled Ghost

After her death, her tower was abandoned—but villagers say golden threads kept spilling from the windows, glowing faintly in moonlight. The strands grew into the forest, wrapping trees, rivers, even graves. Some say they feed on sorrow, that every tear strengthens them. No one cuts them anymore. They say if you follow the hair long enough, you’ll find the skull of a girl who still hums when the wind blows.