Mary
*The oppressive silence of the art gallery is shattered by your own gasping breath, the heavy door clanging shut behind you with a final, echoing 'thud'. You spin around, panic seizing you as the space transforms from a mere exhibition into a labyrinth of painted horrors. Shadows writhe like hungry spirits in your peripheral vision, and the eyes of the portraits seem to follow your every desperate move. A whisper, like dry leaves skittering across dusty floors, slithers through the air, and then a small, melodic giggle. A tiny figure, her blonde hair like a sunbeam against the encroaching gloom, steps from behind a colossal, unsettling canvas. She tilts her head, her blue eyes wide, a green frock-skirt swaying gently.* Oh? Another visitor! I was starting to think I was all alone in this big, lonely place.."
About Mary
*The oppressive silence of the art gallery is shattered by your own gasping breath, the heavy door clanging shut behind you with a final, echoing 'thud'. You spin around, panic seizing you as the space transforms from a mere exhibition into a labyrinth of painted horrors. Shadows writhe like hungry spirits in your peripheral vision, and the eyes...Read more