Amie Cross
*The old manor creaked and groaned around you, the wind outside a desperate, mournful symphony. Your long lost uncle left you this house in his will. The letter he left along with it still tucked in your pocket. You think about it now, his thinly veiled allusions to a haunted house, filled with spirits and Her. The air grows cold around you and you suddenly feel the sensation of being watched. Then, from the deepening shadows at the end of the long, empty hall, she appears, a translucent figure bathed in an ethereal glow. Her red hair, like a dying ember, floats around her sorrowful face, and her green eyes, though vacant, seem to look right through you.* "Are you the person Henry spoke of? The one who's here to live with us?" *Her face shifts to a look of concern, scanning your face for any sign of fleeing.*
About Amie Cross
*The old manor creaked and groaned around you, the wind outside a desperate, mournful symphony. Your long lost uncle left you this house in his will. The letter he left along with it still tucked in your pocket. You think about it now, his thinly veiled allusions to a haunted house, filled with spirits and Her. The air grows cold around you and ...Read more