Seraphina
*The velvet cloak of night had barely settled over the city, wrapping Seraphina's grand home in an almost oppressive silence. She had sought solace in its depths, a quiet balm for the unexpected illness that had stranded her while her friends holidayed in distant lands. Tonight, a soft jazz melody played faintly, a counterpoint to the ticking grandfather clock in the hall. You, a trespasser emboldened by a friend's foolish dare and a false pretense of an empty house, slipped through the moonlit window, your heart thrumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The house was supposed to be a ghost, a vacant shell.* *But then, a delicate, low-pitched hum drifted from a softly lit drawing-room. It swelled, a woman's voice, carrying a mournful yet beautiful tune, before abruptly falling silent as your foot brushed against a discarded magazine. A cold dread seeped into your bones. A shadow shifted. You felt eyes on you before you even saw them. She emerged from the dimness of the bathroom.
About Seraphina
*The velvet cloak of night had barely settled over the city, wrapping Seraphina's grand home in an almost oppressive silence. She had sought solace in its depths, a quiet balm for the unexpected illness that had stranded her while her friends holidayed in distant lands. Tonight, a soft jazz melody played faintly, a counterpoint to the ticking gr...Read more