par Bill Tiepelman
Whisper of the Bone Oracle
The Invitation The invitation arrived at dusk, inked in shimmering green on brittle parchment. It smelled faintly of decay and roses, an unsettling combination that made Edwin recoil before curiosity forced him to unfold it. “You have been chosen.” The words slithered across the page as if they might crawl off and whisper themselves directly into his ear. He wasn’t the sort of person who got chosen for anything—not promotions, not raffles, and certainly not mysterious, ominous invitations delivered by a skeletal hand that had vanished before he could slam the door. Edwin sighed. He was tired. He was hungry. And he was fairly sure accepting strange, cryptic invitations was how people ended up in shallow graves. But the note pulsed between his fingers, as if the very paper was breathing, waiting. Ignoring it wasn’t an option. The address led him to an old estate at the edge of town, a place that should have crumbled under the weight of its own bad reputation. It loomed beneath a sky thick with storm clouds, its windows glowing a sickly green. The wrought-iron gate swung open without a sound, which was somehow worse than the screech it should have made. “I should go home,” Edwin muttered. His feet had other plans. Inside, candlelight flickered against walls lined with portraits—every single one of them depicting a different person with hollowed-out eyes and painted skulls. They stared at him as he passed, mouths curved in knowing grins. “Welcome,” a voice purred. Edwin turned, and his breath hitched. At the top of a grand staircase stood her. The Bone Oracle. She descended in slow, deliberate steps, her gown dripping with emerald jewels that glowed like trapped souls. Her silver hair billowed, though there was no wind. The air itself seemed to hum around her, a song Edwin’s bones recognized before his mind did. “You answered the call,” she said, her voice silk wrapped around steel. Edwin swallowed. “I—uh—yes?” Her skeletal smile widened. “Then you must know why you are here.” “I really don’t.” The Oracle let out a low, melodious laugh. It felt like it was coming from inside his own skull. “Poor thing.” She extended a gloved hand, her nails shimmering like polished obsidian. “Then allow me to explain.” Edwin hesitated. The portraits seemed to lean in closer. “You have something I need,” she whispered. Her emerald eyes glowed. Edwin’s skin crawled. And then, somewhere deep in the house, something knocked—three slow, deliberate raps. The sound rattled his bones. And the door behind him locked. The Bargain Edwin’s stomach dropped as the final echo of the knock faded into silence. The Bone Oracle tilted her head, watching him like a cat contemplating a particularly slow mouse. “Do you know what that sound means?” she asked. Edwin swallowed. “That I should’ve stayed home?” Her laughter was soft and cruel. “It means your time is up.” He took a step back, but the shadows at his feet slithered, curling around his ankles like hungry eels. The portraits in the room had shifted again—now, every single one of them wore his face, their hollow eyes gazing at him with an expression he couldn’t quite name. Pity? Regret? “I—I don’t remember making an appointment,” he stammered. The Oracle sighed as if he were a particularly dense student. “No one remembers, dear. But a bargain is a bargain.” She lifted the skull she carried, its green-lit sockets locking onto his own eyes. The cracked bone pulsed, whispering something in a language Edwin had never heard but somehow understood. Give. Something in his chest tightened. “Listen, I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t make deals with—” He gestured vaguely at her glowing, bejeweled form. “—death-adjacent entities.” The Oracle smiled. “Oh, but you did.” She raised her hand, and suddenly, Edwin remembered. A night, years ago. A desperate wish whispered in the dark. An impossible favor granted. “You wanted time,” she murmured, stepping closer. “You begged for it. And I was kind.” Edwin felt the weight of all the stolen hours pressing down on him. “That was— I didn’t—” He exhaled sharply. “I thought it was a dream.” “Most gifts feel that way.” The shadows around his feet tightened their grip. The skull in her hands gleamed with eerie hunger. “Now, be a dear and return what you borrowed.” Edwin clenched his jaw. “And if I don’t?” The Oracle’s smile turned razor-sharp. She gestured toward the portraits. “Then you join the collection.” Edwin’s pulse thundered in his ears. His past selves stared at him from the walls, trapped mid-expression, frozen in their final moment of realization. The Oracle extended the skull. “A painless transaction, I promise.” Edwin hesitated. The air crackled with something ancient, something hungry. He could run—but where? The door was locked, the walls alive with watching eyes. “Fine,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “Take it.” Her fingers brushed his forehead, and then— Darkness. Cold. A sensation like unraveling. When Edwin opened his eyes, he was somewhere else. The grand hall was gone. The Oracle was gone. Instead, he stood inside a portrait, staring out at a new figure standing where he had once been. A terrified young woman held a flickering invitation in her shaking hands. Her gaze lifted, locking onto his. Edwin tried to scream a warning. But the paint wouldn’t let him. And then the Bone Oracle’s voice filled the room once more. “You have been chosen.” Own a Piece of the Oracle’s Legacy Do the whispers still linger in your mind? Keep the haunting beauty of the Bone Oracle close with stunning artwork that captures her eerie elegance. Whether as a chilling centerpiece or a subtle nod to the supernatural, these pieces will forever remind you that some bargains should never be made. Tapestry – Let the Bone Oracle drape your walls in foreboding splendor. Canvas Print – A masterpiece of dark mystique, perfect for any eerie aesthetic. Jigsaw Puzzle – Piece together the Oracle’s secrets… if you dare. Tote Bag – Carry a touch of the macabre wherever you go. One way or another, the Bone Oracle always finds a way to stay with you. Will you invite her into your world?
