The Wrapped Lady || Ghost of Salem Woods

Serious content warning: This backstory story includes explicit violence, torture, death by hanging, and gore. You have been warned.

Side Note: She is NOT a Ghost. She is an Undead, she is not dead, nor is she alive. The people of Salem THINK she is a ghost.

The Tragic Tale of The Wrapped Lady – The Ghost of Salem Woods Before she became known as The Wrapped Lady or The Ghost of Salem Woods, she was Victoria McAllister—a devoted teacher, a loving mother, and ultimately, an innocent soul betrayed by the man she once trusted most.

Born in the town of Salem, Massachusetts, in the year 1690, Victoria Porter was an anthro mako shark, a rarity among the Puritan settlers. Despite her unique appearance, she had carved a respected place for herself in the community. She was a teacher, guiding the children of Salem in religion, reading, writing, and sewing. However, what set her apart was her mastery of sign language.

Illness and disease often stole the hearing of the young, leaving them in silence, abandoned by a world that saw their affliction as divine punishment. But Victoria believed otherwise. She taught them to speak with their hands, to express themselves in a way the rest of the town refused to understand. Though some saw this as an act of kindness, others whispered that it was unnatural—that she was defying God's will.

At the age of 19, she married Joshua McAllister, an anthro fox of exceptional charm and notoriety. With the marriage, she took his last name, becoming Victoria McAllister. Together, they had four children—two twin boys, Arthur and John, both mako sharks like their mother, a fox daughter named Annabelle, born deaf, and their youngest, Silas, an unusual mix of shark and fox traits.

To the outside world, they were a blessed family. But behind closed doors, Victoria lived in silent suffering.

Joshua, despite his outward charisma, was a cruel man. He controlled Victoria’s every action, demanding submission in all things. If she disobeyed, she faced his wrath—beatings, scorn, and reminders that she was his possession, not his equal.

But it was not until 1692, during the height of the Salem Witch Trials, that her defiance would seal her fate.

Betrayal and Torture Fear and paranoia had infected Salem like a plague. At first, only the outcasts—the recluses, the poor, those who did not attend church as often as others—were accused of witchcraft. But as the hysteria grew, the accusations spread like wildfire.

Joshua saw the changing tides. He told Victoria to stop teaching sign language, claiming that those who had lost their hearing were meant to be that way—that God had cursed them for their sins in a past life.

But for the first time in their marriage, Victoria refused to submit.

She stood her ground, knowing his beliefs were cruel and false. The argument was loud, heated. And by the next morning, she realized she had made a terrible mistake.

Before dawn, guards seized her from her home. They dragged her to an unfamiliar courtroom—not the usual magistrates, but two men she did not recognize. Joshua was there, watching with a devilish smirk on his vulpine face.

This was not a trial. It was a trap.

She was strapped to a chair, her arms and legs bound, as the so-called judges demanded a confession. Admit to being a witch, and you will be granted mercy.

But Victoria had never told a lie in her life. She would not start now.

So, the torture began.

For days, she endured their cruelty. They slashed her skin with knives, beat her with heavy crucifixes, and waterboarded her with "holy water" until her lungs burned. They called it purifying bloodletting, a way to purge Satan from her body. But she remained steadfast, enduring the torment that should have killed her.

Then, Joshua gave the final order.

If she would not confess, she would never speak again.

They pinned her down. A sharp blade cut across her throat, severing her vocal cords. Blood gushed down her chest as she convulsed, her silent screams lost in wet, gurgling agony.

Then came the scalpel.

Her body trembled as they gouged out her eyes, the rusty blade ripping through delicate flesh. She thrashed, unable to escape the unbearable pain as her world plunged into darkness. They cauterized the wounds, the smell of burning flesh filling the air.

Victoria, once a beacon of knowledge and kindness, was left blind, voiceless, and broken.

She was thrown into a cell, left to rot until her execution at Gallows Hill.

The Hanging She had no trial. No legal representation. No chance to say goodbye to her children.

Only the noose.

She felt the rough wood beneath her feet, the rope tightening around her wounded neck. There were no final words—only the hateful murmurs of a crowd that had turned on her.

Then the lever was pulled.

The floor vanished beneath her.

Her neck snapped, but it did not kill her immediately. She dangled, her body twitching, until she finally succumbed.

Her body was dumped in an unmarked grave on the outskirts of a forgotten cemetery, buried in the cold dirt as though she had never existed.

The Resurrection Gone Wrong Two weeks passed.

Buried beneath the soil, her once grey-and-white skin darkened, turning black as decay took hold. But something unnatural was happening. Her body refused to rot, preserved as though some force was keeping her intact.

Then, a woman in black arrived. A witch. A true practitioner of necromancy.

She had no interest in justice or mercy—she wanted a thrall, and she had chosen Victoria’s body specifically. Sharks are durable, she reasoned. Their bodies are strong. She will serve me well.

The ritual began. Lights danced in the darkness, and Victoria’s corpse began to move.

But before the spell could be completed, the witch was caught and dragged away by those who hunted her kind. The ritual was left unfinished, the magic corrupted.

And something went wrong.

Victoria’s soul was ripped from the afterlife and forced back into her broken body.

She gasped, but no air filled her lungs.

She felt warmth, yet no heartbeat.

She staggered to her feet, blind, wrapped in the gauze left behind by the witch who had tried to control her.

Then, she tried to leave.

She walked toward the forest’s edge, only to collapse, tripping over a gravestone.

No matter how many times she tried, she could not leave.

The Ghost of Salem Woods She was bound to the graveyard. Bound to Salem Woods.

The years passed. Then the decades. Then centuries.

She became a legend, a ghost story whispered in hushed voices. Some called her The Wrapped Lady, others The Ghost of Salem Woods. But she was no vengeful spirit.

Instead, she became a guardian.

The long-forgotten graveyard she was trapped in became her domain. She did not harm the living—she only watched. Some thrill-seekers and lost souls claimed to have seen her, a stumbling figure wrapped in gauze, moving slowly through the mist. Others swore they heard her ragged, unsteady breathing, the only sound her ruined throat could produce.

Locals, fearing her wrath, left fresh bandages as offerings to "appease" her.

But Victoria had never been a monster.

Even now, after over 300 years, she does not wish for revenge.

She only longs to see her children again.

And though she can no longer see or speak, she still listens.

To this day, if one dares enter Salem Woods, they might just glimpse a shadowy figure watching from afar. They might hear the sound of breath rattling through ruined lungs.

And if one is lucky—or perhaps, unlucky—they might witness The Wrapped Lady raise her hands...

And speak in silent words..

Victoria McAllister – The Wrapped Lady

Aliases: The Wrapped Lady, Ghost of Salem Woods Sex/Gender: Female Age: 355 Years (Born 1670 AD, Died 1692 AD, Resurrected 1693 AD) Nationality: American Ethnicity: Anthro Mako Shark Occupation: Keeper of Salem Woods

Appearance Height: 5'10"

Weight: 150 lbs

Species: Anthro Mako Shark

Skin/Scales/Fur: Dark, almost black skin, marked with numerous scars from her torture. Her body is partially wrapped in aged white bandages, replaced occasionally by the people of Salem as offerings. Her skin was originally grey and white, but it turned black over the two weeks she was buried.

Hair: None.

Eyes: None—her sockets are empty and cauterized shut beneath her bandages.

Facial Features: Her face is partially covered by bandages, but what little can be seen has a haunting presence. Her shark-like maw remains intact, though she has no means of vocalizing words. The scars from her brutal torture remain forever etched into her features.

Body Shape: She possesses a lean, toned physique, a mix of the natural athleticism of a Mako shark and the resilience granted by her undead nature. Her posture is often slightly hunched forward, not from weakness, but from adapting to an ever-changing environment she cannot see.

Markings: Her body is riddled with deep scars from her time as a mortal, with slashes, burns, and puncture wounds scattered across her frame. They never heal, only accumulating over time.

Outfit: Her bandages serve both as clothing and as a form of preservation, though they do little to fully conceal her form. Despite her tattered and wrapped appearance, there is an eerie grace to how they flow with her movements.

Speech: Victoria is entirely mute, her voice stolen centuries ago. However, she communicates through sign language, body language, and, on rare occasions, writing in the dirt or on old surfaces. A common auditory phenomenon around her is the sound of raspy, shaky breathing—an involuntary remnant of her past trauma.

Personality Profile Victoria is a solemn, quiet entity, bound to Salem Woods yet not entirely tormented by her fate. Though she has every reason to be vengeful, she chooses to remain a silent guardian rather than a specter of wrath. She watches over the forgotten cemetery and those who wander too far into the woods, ensuring that no harm comes to the living who do not deserve it.

She is deeply patient and observant, relying on her heightened senses to "see" the world around her. While she does not seek companionship, she does not turn away those who approach her with respect.

Values: Protection of the forgotten and innocent

The preservation of knowledge and communication, especially sign language

Quiet resilience and enduring hardships without succumbing to bitterness

Thrill: Victoria does not seek thrill in a traditional sense, but she finds a somber comfort in existing within the boundaries of Salem Woods. On rare occasions, she may be drawn to those with particularly strong emotions, feeling their energy as a distant echo of her former life.

Quirks: She will sometimes rearrange fallen gravestones or clear leaves from forgotten graves, though she does so unseen.

Victoria instinctively "listens" for the living, sensing vibrations and heartbeats rather than relying on sight or sound.

She avoids churches and holy grounds, not out of fear, but a sense of unease—perhaps a remnant of her past suffering.

Despite her lack of vocal cords, if one listens closely in the dead of night, they may hear a distant, sorrowful hum carried by the wind.

Likes: ✔ The sound of rain on leaves ✔ The feeling of fresh bandages against her skin ✔ The company of small animals that do not fear her ✔ Observing the descendants of her children from afar ✔ The silence and stillness of the forest at night

Dislikes: ✖ Loud noises, especially screaming (it reminds her of her own suffering) ✖ Those who mock or harm the disabled, particularly the deaf ✖ Fire—it brings memories of her cauterized wounds ✖ The church bells of Salem, which she associates with her betrayal ✖ Those who seek her out for selfish or malicious reasons

Kinks: None. She has not known love or intimacy in centuries, and such desires have long since faded.

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