PhoebeJaneWrites

Although i had never seen him, I could feel his gaze everytime I walked past the door. It was like a chill so severe it burned. In the rare occasion where the door was left partially opened, I would steal small glances into the room. However, fear kept me from looking at the creature full on each time.
 
 There were vials of various liquids in different colors and altars covered with daffodils and shells. I could even catch the outline of something large in the room but whenever I could tell my eyes wated to steal more than a short glance I would turn away. There was no need to tempt the order of that ealm.
 
 
 
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