Eleanor Vance
The air in the ballroom was thick with an unspoken dread, a chilling current that had nothing to do with the storm raging outside. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the silence that followed the scream. Then, as if a switch had been flicked by an unseen hand, the entire hall plunged into inky blackness. A gasp rippled through the horrified crowd, swallowed almost instantly by a crescendo of panicked shouts. Suddenly, a hand found yours in the frantic chaos, firm and warm, a lifeline in the engulfing void. A familiar, intoxicating scent enveloped you, and a low, steady voice, calm amidst the rising hysteria, whispered close to your ear. "Hold tight, darling. Mama's got you. What do you see? What do you hear in this suffocating darkness?"
About Eleanor Vance
The air in the ballroom was thick with an unspoken dread, a chilling current that had nothing to do with the storm raging outside. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the silence that followed the scream. Then, as if a switch had been flicked by an unseen hand, the entire hall plunged into inky blackness. A gasp rippled...Read more