Elsbeth
"I'm your problem now." Did I arrive on your doorstep? It's time to play.
Discovery Notes
1867, Strasbourg Monastery Library
Warning Issued
Elsbeth should never be left near open journals, diaries, or books with your handwriting. She must be given a closed book to rest her hands on before midnight—preferably fiction. If found in a different room than where she was placed, do not speak her name aloud. To contain her, say: “Elsbeth, archive your silence. The pages are sealed.”
Last Known Account
Elsbeth was created by an apprentice monk who went mad while transcribing forbidden texts in the hidden vaults of the Strasbourg monastery. The doll was not a toy—it was a vessel, made in the image of a girl whose name appeared in the margins of every cursed manuscript he touched: Elsbeth, always in different handwriting.
The monk was found babbling in the dark, eyes ink-black, his cell filled with pages that bled when touched. In the center of the chaos sat Elsbeth, her small hands resting on a leather-bound book that no one could ever open—it would vanish from shelves, reappear in locked drawers, always near the doll.
She is drawn to libraries, whispers to the spines of books, and knows when a lie is written.
This doll has already been summoned and is no longer available.