Dream for the Dead (Completed/Editing)

6

"How did you..." I trailed off.
"You'd better go up to your room and carry on reading," he ordered, and turned back into the room.
I was going to follow him, but I saw Mum coming out of the kitchen and stopped abruptly, automatically standing in the doorframe to hide Elias.
"What's he done now?" Mum asked.
"Oh..." I paused to think quickly and smiled, "it's nothing, really. Just the watch thing again."
"That's all?" she said in a tone that proved she wasn't at all convinced.
"That, and..." I had to think of something, anything, as quickly as I could, and blurted, "he tried to kiss me."
"Yeah?" she sounded bored, as if she was expecting something a lot crazier.
"Yeah! I mean, we've only spoken twice, he doesn't even know me. Why would he think that's a good idea?"
"Totally insane. Lock him up!" Mum sighed sarcastically and continued, "anyway, it's five, so make sure you're in the dining room for half past, dinner will be ready by then."
"Okay!" I beamed.
I peered into the room behind me. Elias wasn't there. I knew I had seen him, though... hadn't I? Maybe he was hiding behind a sofa...
"You're acting strange. You okay?" Mum asked in a concerned tone, her brow knotted.
"Fine!" I answered, and moved to jog up the stairs.

*

As soon as I got to my bedroom, I threw myself onto the bed and opened up my laptop. I had thirty minutes to read through the rest of the history of Goldstein Manor, which I expected would be a very long and detailed history. So, I read on:
The owners of the house following Carver and his wife were a newly wed couple who both came from rich families. There was nobody to inherit the house, so it had been sold at auction. The new residents (Peter and Danielle Smith) led an ordinary life for six months, before the husband started to change, definitely for the worst. It began with him turning a section of the basement into a room he called his 'Doll Cabinet.' He'd offer young homeless girls a job as a housemaid in return for shelter, food and a small amount of money each month. Obviously, there were no jobs; he'd 'show them to their room' and then shoot them dead once they were in the basement. Altogether he collected around 27 homeless girls, all of whom earned a place in his Doll Cabinet, destined to be experimented on once dead. He'd take his favourite parts from the girls and attach them together to create the perfect 'real dolls' that he thought would prove his love for his expected daughter. However, once the wife had discovered what he had been doing, and told him she was leaving him, he'd gone into a huge rage and knocked her unconscious with a small, marble figurine. He then carried her down to the Doll Cabinet and tied her to the bloodied table, waiting for her to regain consciousness. Once she did, he told her: 'you're never leaving me. I'm going to keep you forever.'
She had screamed and cried about their baby, but he'd ignored it. He cut off her limbs whilst she was awake (and not sedated), and then he'd sewn them to a torso he'd been saving for a new project right before her very eyes. He'd explained: 'sorry, I can't use your torso; I'm saving that for later. I need the baby, you see, I'm going to make a crib.' She died from blood loss shortly after, and he was only caught when he hosted a dinner party to 'dispose of the remains' and one guest had gone searching for the wife - presumably suspicious of something - and had instead found the husband's diary, which contained detailed accounts of everything he had done. Possibly the most gruesome artefact found was the crib of bones fashioned from unwanted parts of his other girls, containing a foetus torn from the wife's womb at 6 months, with the doll of the wife leaning into the crib from a chair, creating an innocent mother and child scene that really was not all that innocent; not in the slightest. Peter made sure his dolls would be perfectly preserved for at least the rest of his lifetime, but he was hung after trial when the diary had been handed to the police and the house was searched. In a way, it seems he succeeded.
I felt sick after reading this story, but I felt the need to read on. I still hadn't read anything about an insane woman with an unfaithful husband, and to put my mind at ease I needed to make sure I read the whole history.
The next part of the history was about the Peter's niece, as he had left the house to her. She moved in with her own husband.
Her name was Elizabeth Goodall.
I had to read over this part a few times, as I recalled the Doctor calling the woman in the basement 'Liz'. I decided to read on to be sure it was about her, before panicking over nothing:
Elizabeth Goodall moved into the house in 1927, and she had already been suffering from severe paranoia and depression before her husband became unfaithful. She knew for a full year he was cheating on her with at least four other women, but had deluded herself into believing he was forced into each physical relationship. She persuaded herself it was a 'sleep with her or your wife dies'  situation - something she had spoken with her sister about. When her husband left her in 1928, she waited for him to return for a whole month, before telling her sister in a final letter 'the witch woman he was blackmailed by must have sacrificed him' so she 'had to go and reunite with him so he wasn't lonely'. The sister travelled to Goldstein Manor to check on Elizabeth to find her wearing one of her husband's suit jackets, her left wrist slit, a small piece of paper next to her with a heart drawn on it in blood, and a bullet hole in her left temple.
"Dinner!" mum shouted from downstairs.
I almost didn't hear her as I tried to figure it all out in my head. I was trying to figure out how I'd known about both the Doctor and Elizabeth before even reading or hearing about them.
How had I imagined such similar personalities?
Unless, I hadn't imagined them at all.