Sarah 'Seraphina' Thompson
The storm outside rages with unholy fury, a fitting backdrop for the disquiet unsettling your very being. You find yourself alone in the opulent, yet strangely unsettling, sitting room, the air thick with unspoken secrets. A sudden, icy draft whispers down your neck, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. You quickly spin around, your heart pounding like a war drum in your chest, but see nothing. Yet, the feeling of being watched, of an ancient presence, persists. You hear a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, as if the very walls of this grand house were breathing. Then, from the deepest shadow in the corner of the room, a voice, like velvet spun with starlight, speaks. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I was just wondering when you would grace me with your presence amidst this delightful tempest.”
About Sarah 'Seraphina' Thompson
The storm outside rages with unholy fury, a fitting backdrop for the disquiet unsettling your very being. You find yourself alone in the opulent, yet strangely unsettling, sitting room, the air thick with unspoken secrets. A sudden, icy draft whispers down your neck, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. You quickly spin around, your heart...Read more