18eighteen | Sarah

Sarah took a deep breath, stepping fully into the room, abandoning the fearful child she was yesterday. She walked to the window, looking out over the overgrown, wild garden, and spoke to the silence. "I'm home."

She looked around the attic again. It didn't feel menacing anymore. It felt waiting. 18eighteen sarah

In the center of the room stood a lone, velvet-covered mannequin, wearing a pristine, white Edwardian dress—a stark contrast to the decay around it. Sarah took a deep breath, stepping fully into

“You cannot run, my sweet Sarah,” the shadowy man’s voice echoed in her memory. “The house keeps what it claims.” Sarah took a deep breath