Morningstar Manor

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There was something in the hallway. Anastasia could feel it. It whispered to her, but she didn't look. She turned the TV up louder and louder and refused to look away. She knew how this went. Ignore it and it had no power.
Her head throbbed with the ability it took to keep from listening to it's whispers and she never once flinched, even when she could smell it. Even when it dropped the temperature so low in the room that she could see her breath in front of her face. Her first instinct was to run to Trevor and let him take it away, but he wasn't an option anymore.
She was back where she started.
Her hands shook and she shivered against the cold, but she stared straight ahead at the TV. The clock said Tristan would be home soon.