harry kimy

The Eerie of blackwood House

The Eerie of Blackwood House The Secretive Greeting The downpour poured perseveringly as Sarah Blackwood sat by the snapping chimney, immersed in a book. The breeze yelled outside, shaking the old windows of Blackwood House. Unexpectedly, a whirlwind moved throughout the room, smothering the candles and diving the estate into murkiness. Before Sarah could respond, a worn out letter fallen through the mail space, arriving at her feet.