Stories

Emma couldn’t sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything. The video of Isobel’s fall. The threatening […]

Alexander’s study was all dark wood and leather, the kind of room designed to intimidate. He poured himself a scotch

Emma woke at 3 AM to the sound of footsteps in the hallway. She lay perfectly still, heart hammering, listening.

Emma spent the rest of the afternoon in her room, reading Isobel’s journal from beginning to end. It started innocently

Emma woke to sunlight streaming through gauzy curtains and the distinct feeling that someone had been watching her sleep. She

Emma moved into the mansion on a Thursday. She’d expected to pack up her studio apartment with some sense of

Emma’s phone was at 3% when she pulled up to the gates. Of course it was. Because nothing about today