Quoialynn Anderson
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My Inner Chaos
The air hung thick and heavy, laden with the scent of damp earth and something else, something acrid and metallic. The old Victorian house groaned under the weight of its secrets, its once grand facade crumbling like a forgotten memory. Inside, Amelia paced, her fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the mahogany railing of the grand staircase. She could almost feel the house itself breathing, its ancient timbers creaking in a mournful symphony.
By Quoialynn Andersonabout a year ago in Horror
