Welcome to West Mines,Vermont. A hauntingly beautiful town of cobblestone pavements and museums exhibiting ancient relics.The rich reside yet the poor hides. The town is known for many things; prestige and its timeless beauty yet the last thing the citizens ever expected was the cold brutal murder of the son of an important influential family. Who did it? Who could have done something so vile and so sinister? The answers create a trail that leads up to none other than a tightly knit group of pretentious classic literature enthusiasts and scholars who favor each other's company to anyone else's, shutting themselves off from the rest of the world. However, new members joined the midst, expanding their circle of troubled, wild souls. No one is who they seem. The secrets that everyone holds have sharp edges. The past never stays buried. Trust is nothing but a myth. The thing is about the past, it always surges back with a sweet vengeance. all rights reserved ©wreckeds

richard died four days ago and darcy knows why. © veerle.

goodbye, my love.

"..and just so you know, old sport, that boy eats hearts." copyright © donnastartt 2016

[ 𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 ] 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 "𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺."

oh, romeo!

HOLLOW PLACES, COMING SOON. four deaths. all more gruesome then the next.

'we're just men in empty suits darling, nothing personal' (c)witchlings.2019 set in the 50s

do you believe in ghosts ¿ (c)witchlings.2019