The Darkwood Hauntings Episode 1

[Music]

In the quiet shadows of the old world

where moonlight whispers through the trees

and the veil between realms grows thin

There lived a woman whose name echoed

in both legend and spirit

Born beneath a rare celestial alignment

Victoria did not cry as other infants do

instead she gazed wideeyed and aware

as if she already knew the path

the universe had laid before her

a child of intuition a daughter of sight

From her earliest days the wind spoke

secrets in her ears. The death came

not to haunt but to seek her counsel

her story is one of compasion of courage

and of a power that would never be tamed

Now come closer for what you are about

to hear is not just a tale it is a calling

The spirit realm is listenig

and Lady Victoria is waiting

Should I begin my story at the moment

my mother conceived me

or wait until I was a child myself

No i believe my earliest memories began

in her wound there in the silence

and darkness i caught a glimpse a sparke

that ignited my soul and awakened my mind

it was so profound so steady that to this

day i could still feel its current course

into the very core of my spine reminding

me of that first spark of life and purpose

In the quiet moment of life sometimes

fate whispers secrets we never see coming

My childhood was a tapestry woven with

sacrifice love and unexpected kindness

It all began with my mother a tireless

woman who juggled two jobs while attending

secretary school determind to build

a better future for her family admissed

her demanding schedule she entrusted me to

someone she hoped would become a second

family an older woman who used to care

for children before heartbreak shattered

her world One day my mother approached her

with hope lingering in her voice I heard

you take care of kids I'm looking for

someone to watch my daughter while im at

work. The woman hesited her eyes clouded

with memories after a moment of silence

she looked away voice trumbling I'm sorry

but i no longer do it the last child

i care for moved away and it broke

my heart but my mother persistent and kind

gently pleaded "Would you just try ?"

There was a crack in a voice hope bravery

and unspoken plea not to be alone in her

struggles The woman paused looked again

at me and then at my mom and finally

nodded okay and so a new chapter began

filled with sacrifice and resilience and

unexpected bonds and i found myself

most of my days on the second floor of a

humble apartment not just a place to stay

but my sanctuary Nana and Papa became

my guardians my family by choice

not by blood they embraced me as their own

and in that fragile space I felt warmth

that never existed I saw my mother

only on Sundays during a brief

dinner visit her rare time off her

fleeting moments of closeness through

years of hard work and unwavering hope

my mom's sacrifices laid a foundation for

everything I am today and the quiet

hereos of my story Nana and Papa whose

compassion turned strangers into family

whose love gave me stability when

the world around me was uncertain because

sometimes the greatest stories are born

from moments of hesitation when hearts

open just enough to change lives forever