The ballroom was enormous, gold and Ivory woven through the walls, the marble floor echoing every sound, making the enormous room seems Caviness. The mansion had an unmistakable feel of Russian royalty,
My room is dark, and I am not alone. There is something in the darkness; I can feel it. The shadows brush my fingers. I feel its eyes upon me. I am scared, and I think it knows, I am trapped, and I know it knows.
The wind dragged iced knives across X’s bare neck and howled in her ears. A shiver ran down her spine as she threw her finished bottle into the alley, watching it fall the 6 stories to the ground and shatter.