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Crawford Manor. It had stood for centuries, a brooding sentinel overlooking the North Sea, long enough for old mysteries to settle and gnarled roots to creep insidiously into the earth. Within the dank walls of Crawford Manor, secrets were given time to breathe.
It was enormous, a sprawling gothic mansion in the middle of nowhere that would surely outlive them all.
My favorite kind!
You’d have to be an idiot to go exploring in those condemned death-traps.
Hello~ It's me.
They were all in this together,
(me to myself) don't sing it, don’t sing it, don’t sing it
Why were the most talented people always the quietest, while the bolshy loud-mouths manage to bully their way to success through sheer force of will?
Why was everything in this house always watching? She turned her attention to the crib, noticing for the first time that it was rocking.
Okay nevermind. Babies scare me. Bye.
He stood and wiped the blood on his tweed trousers. ‘What an absolute fucking mess.’
Maybe don’t murder people if you don’t want a mess?
Just thinking out loud …
Thank goodness he was immune to Laura’s manipulative games, he thought, as she traced her finger up his shaft and he bit his lip and forgot what they had even been talking about.
lol you dumb dumb.
Sometimes, in the darkness, the greatest thing to fear is your own mind.
He was an artist, and artists are temperamental. It’s a fact, and everyone knows it. If they tell you otherwise, they’re lying.
Death was always more shocking and also, somehow, more pitiful in real life. The way the human body was exposed as a useless sack of meat, the way people reacted not with stoicism and bravery, but with the dread realisation that their life was over.
Robert bit his lip, his trembling fist still raised. He tried to smile. ‘Best of five?’ ‘I’m sorry, man,’ was all Deek could say. He leaned against the ladder and wiped tears from his eyes. ‘I’m so sorry.’
Wooden flooring is like a ghost. It’s not there during the day, but at night, after the witching hour, it comes out to play, each step wringing forth menacing grunts and wails.
