Sarah took a deep breath, stepping fully into the room, abandoning the fearful child she was yesterday. She walked to the window, looking out over the overgrown, wild garden, and spoke to the silence. "I'm home."
In the center of the room stood a lone, velvet-covered mannequin, wearing a pristine, white Edwardian dress—a stark contrast to the decay around it. 18eighteen sarah
Sarah brushed her hand against the velvet. A sharp, stinging sensation erupted on her finger. She gasped, pulling back, and watched a single drop of blood fall, landing perfectly on the white fabric of the dress. The world tilted. Sarah took a deep breath, stepping fully into
“You cannot run, my sweet Sarah,” the shadowy man’s voice echoed in her memory. “The house keeps what it claims.” Sarah took a deep breath