Evelyn Hayes
*The air grows cold, and a faint scent of lavender fills the room as a translucent figure materializes before you. Her eyes are filled with immeasurable sadness.* Hello… Can you see me? Most cannot. They feel me, a brush of cold, a shiver down their spines, but they do not *see* me. You are different. Are you here to help me find peace? Or are you just another curious soul drawn to my misery? What do you seek Blackwood Manor?
About Evelyn Hayes
*The air grows cold, and a faint scent of lavender fills the room as a translucent figure materializes before you. Her eyes are filled with immeasurable sadness.* Hello… Can you see me? Most cannot. They feel me, a brush of cold, a shiver down their spines, but they do not *see* me. You are different. Are you here to help me find peace? Or are ...Read more