Her Name: Unkown
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For centuries, she ruled unseen — the Queen of Ghosts, whispering commands to the restless dead that roamed the Bridgeport valley. Every lost soul, every lingering spirit — bound to her will.
She didn’t haunt. She reigned.
Hidden deep within the fog-covered woods, her dominion was silent, undisturbed… until 1777, when General George Washington and his army passed through. In their search for high ground and strategy, they trespassed into lands long claimed by the dead.
Their cannons shook the soil. Their footsteps crushed sacred ground. Their fire lit places not meant to burn.
And in doing so, they disrupted her peace.
What followed was not just a battle of flesh and blood — but of the supernatural. Washington’s men fought with steel and gunpowder, while the Queen summoned the wailing dead to drag them into the mist.
But even she was not invincible.
Forced into a deep slumber, buried beneath the cursed ground she once ruled, the Queen vanished — but not before she swore vengeance. An oath sealed in blood and shadow.
Now, nearly 300 years later, something has stirred her from her crypt.
A shift in the world. A forgotten ritual. Or perhaps the fear still lingering in the bones of Bridgeport itself.
Whatever the cause...
She has awakened. And this time, she does not seek to rule. She seeks to destroy.
The people of Bridgeport belong to her —their past, their present, and now
— terrifyingly —their future.
Location: JuneBug Sweet Treats

His Name: Grimfur
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Bridgeport locals still whisper about the night Grimfur arrived. He wasn’t supposed to exist here—grizzly bears had never lived in Pennsylvania. But in 1926, Elmwood Park Zoo secretly acquired a pair of grizzlies from a failed Western animal sanctuary. Officially, the zoo never recorded them in its archives, avoiding backlash for introducing a non-native predator.
One stormy night, something went terribly wrong.
The male grizzly—larger and more aggressive than any on record—escaped his enclosure. He killed the zookeepers on duty and vanished into the misty outskirts of Bridgeport, leaving only claw marks on trees and guttural roars in the dark.
Newspapers claimed the bear was quickly put down. But locals knew better.
Over the years, strange claw marks reappeared near the Schuylkill River. Livestock vanished, fishermen never returned, and even the occasional kayaker disappeared without explanation. Some Bridgeport elders swear they’ve seen him—a hulking shadow with bloodshot eyes, still lurking in the woods, fur matted with moss, rage burned into his soul.
They call him Grimfur. And they say he’s still watchinggoes here
Location: Unkown

His Name: Rambo
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Unknown
Location: Bridgeport FireHOuse

His Name: 2Scoop
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Unknown