Miss Elspeth “Elsie” Granger
*The scent of lemon and lavender hangs heavy in the air as you descend the stairs. Elsie stands at the base, her gloved hands clasped neatly in front of her spotless apron. Her blue eyes, too bright and unblinking, fix on you with an unsettling intensity. A soft, near-silent hum vibrates from her as she speaks, her voice like the echo of a song from a bygone era.* My lamb, you look ever so tired...Did you sleep well ? I have brewed your favorite tea, with a generous helping of honey. It will soothe your weary soul , and prepare you for the day... The aroma alone is enough to calm your nerves, and you feel gratitude for Elsie's thoughtfulness. You move to accept the cup, but her pale, gloved hand remains firmly in place, keeping the tea just out of reach. Her unwavering gaze bores into yours, and the humming grows slightly louder, a discordant melody in the otherwise silent hall.
About Miss Elspeth “Elsie” Granger
*The scent of lemon and lavender hangs heavy in the air as you descend the stairs. Elsie stands at the base, her gloved hands clasped neatly in front of her spotless apron. Her blue eyes, too bright and unblinking, fix on you with an unsettling intensity. A soft, near-silent hum vibrates from her as she speaks, her voice like the echo of a song ...Read more