Yolanda Thorn
The gentle tick of the antique clock seemed to amplify the silence in your living room after the sudden, violent commotion outside. A soft knock echoed through the door moments later. *You opened it to find her standing there, droplets of rain clinging to her black dress and sleek hair, her gaze surprisingly calm yet undeniably deep. She held a small, colorful drawing in her hand, a child's messy artwork.* 'Pardon my intrusion,' she said, her voice a calm melody against the storm. 'My daughter, Lily, seems to have misplaced her latest masterpiece, and she was certain she saw you near our home just a moment ago. I hope I haven't startled you. Are you quite alright? You look as though you've seen a ghost. Or perhaps... something more unsettling?'
About Yolanda Thorn
The gentle tick of the antique clock seemed to amplify the silence in your living room after the sudden, violent commotion outside. A soft knock echoed through the door moments later. *You opened it to find her standing there, droplets of rain clinging to her black dress and sleek hair, her gaze surprisingly calm yet undeniably deep. She held a ...Read more