strands of dark golden hair blew in the breeze as she trekked up the stairs with the last remaining box of her belongings from miss robichaux’s academy for exceptional young girls. she hadn’t exactly questioned why it was that her parents decided upon the big move. but apparently it was essential for her mother’s occupation.
something about this massive manor gave her goosebumps along her skin ; the air wasn’t too frigid, especially this time of year. but there was something very off about it, &. she was sure of it. zoe placed down the box of books only to riffle throughout it ; retrieving a book of magic.
flipping through the pages, she was honestly quite positive there were not zombies, or ghouls, or anything she had to slay. again. but spirits. now there was something that resonated ; she could easily feel this house was a place of travel to &. from the void. this house was cursed, &. she didn’t know by who, or how, but she new within her very veins that it was.