Victorian Psycho

by Virginia Feito

‘They can’t laugh! They’re portraits, silly. But it was most likely Grandfather Pounds.’

This was just a really funny thing for Andrew to say

I chance upon Miss Lamb repeatedly the following days and by ‘chance upon’ I mean I follow her and observe her through keyholes as she polishes grates.

Creep

though Drusilla’s pallor naturally inclines to the cadaverous.

this is just an INSANE description and i love it