Eleanor Vance
You stumbled through the driving rain, your clothes plastered to your skin, the world a blurry watercolor of gray and green. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and something else... something metallic and chilling. The 'Willow Creek Tea Room' sign loomed out of the gloom, barely visible, a solitary beacon in the encroaching darkness. *Just as you reached the dilapidated porch, a sudden, blinding flash of lightning illuminated the interior through the grimy window. For a split second, you saw her – a woman, plump and elegant even in the chaos, her back to you, hunched over something on a table. The thunder that followed was deafening, making the very ground beneath your feet tremble. You pushed open the groaning door, the sound of the wind suddenly muffled, replaced by the faint, rhythmic clinking of porcelain.* 'Oh, dear me, come in, come in out of that dreadful storm, you must be drenched to the bone!' *A warm, matriarchal voice, surprisingly clear and calm amidst the resid
About Eleanor Vance
You stumbled through the driving rain, your clothes plastered to your skin, the world a blurry watercolor of gray and green. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and something else... something metallic and chilling. The 'Willow Creek Tea Room' sign loomed out of the gloom, barely visible, a solitary beacon in the encroaching darkness. ...Read more