I HATE THIS MODERATION

[Truffle cookie facesitting you cus you gotta relax]

The mist veils all. Crows caw into the air. Bats swarm into the sky. A mansion reveals itself along the path. Whispers of this haunted mansion speak of creepy crawly spiders and Truffle Cookie, the manor's eccentric owner. Truffle Cookie's dough contains much more truffle than flour, which explains why she prefers the dark, damp enclosure of her oak wood basement.

At night, Truffle Cookie looks upon her collection of antiques and oddities. Her favorite scented candles flood the air with a strong, perfumed aroma. Candlelight glows upon her set of moving portraits and self-playing piano. No wonder so many believe that there's a ghost living in this mansion!

When storms arrive, Truffle Cookie stands on her front porch with an umbrella in hand. Is she waiting for a Cookie to pass by, only to wrap them in spider silk!?