Whispers from the Dead By Dark Witchery They spoke again tonight. Not loud — never loud — just a faint murmur through the smoke that slid across my altar like a secret trying to hide. The dead don’t waste words. They drop fragments — a name, a warning, a memory someone else forgot. You have to listen between the pauses, not the phrases. That’s where the truth festers. They told me this: “Power isn’t in the calling. It’s in the silence that follows.” I wrote it down before the

Step into the shadows and learn the five truths every necromancer must master to command the power of the grave.

A dark witch’s ritual for the restless dead. Carve, burn, and call the forgotten — if you dare.