[A forest of evergreens. It's a sunny day, unusual for this time of year in the Pacific Northwest, and through the trees sunlight leaves a shimmering, dappled effect on your path. Around you are the sounds of life — percussive birdsong, the rustle of squirrels darting across branches. And
November 15, 2024[The exterior of a large Victorian mansion sat against an ink black sky. As you walk up the gravel path, you're flanked by dozens of lit Jack-o-lanterns, their faces ghoulish and grinning as they watch you pass. Approaching the house, you see standing next to the great wooden
October 31, 2024[Today, shockingly, we find our narrator not crawling out of a grave or summoning the dark energies beyond the veil, but in the grand entryway of her home. There she is, teetering at the top of a step ladder, dusting the curled arms of the large, elegant chandelier that hangs
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