The Whitby Bleeder

In the bleak heart of Whitby (where even the seagulls look mildly cursed), the Bleeder slinks through the mist like your ex’s ghost on a foggy night. Cloaked in obsidian flesh and rocking black lace wings that whisper like your nan’s funeral curtains, this fang-tastic fiend is Whitby’s sorrow made stylish.

Legend says its fangs first tasted blood on the eve of a funeral that never ended – bells tolled, but no soul RSVP’d. Some say it’s Bram Stoker’s spilled ink come to life. Others say it’s just really into moonlight and melancholy. Either way, it’s got more drama than a Victorian séance.

Spot it drifting past the abbey ruins? That’s not the wind – that’s despair in designer drag.

Hear its wings? That’s every love lost to the sea, remixed with lace and attitude.

Designed by @loodleart this collab is dripping in gothic glam and seaside sorrow. Get ready to bleed... in style.

Exclusive to The Whitby Witch. Collectors edition. Limited number. Complete with gift box and story.