[ The house calls to her. Through crumbling walls and a broken foundation, darkness seeps out from the cracks, pulling her to the property at the edge of the Greendale forest. It had always been a shadowed presence at the edge of her mind, but something's changed and now... Now she can't simply walk past and leave the matter be.
So, she makes a call of her own. Just a quick message sent out into the darkness meant for one particular person. But instead of doing the smart thing and waiting at the edge of the property for her favorite cousin to arrive, she ventures inward, past the gate and beyond the overgrown brush that seemed to twist and turn in the moonlight like snakes coiling for attack.
Sabrina's boots leave smudges in the dust and dirt coating the wooden floorboards of the porch, the creaking of her steps the only sound in the otherwise silent yard. A deathly silence that unnerves her in a way graveyards and mortuaries never do. There's something here that shouldn't be. ]
a haunted house was once a home
So, she makes a call of her own. Just a quick message sent out into the darkness meant for one particular person. But instead of doing the smart thing and waiting at the edge of the property for her favorite cousin to arrive, she ventures inward, past the gate and beyond the overgrown brush that seemed to twist and turn in the moonlight like snakes coiling for attack.
Sabrina's boots leave smudges in the dust and dirt coating the wooden floorboards of the porch, the creaking of her steps the only sound in the otherwise silent yard. A deathly silence that unnerves her in a way graveyards and mortuaries never do. There's something here that shouldn't be. ]