the_darkness_diary
They said the villa had no owner.
No history. No reason it should be that cheap.
And obviously, I said, perfect! I'm broke and half-dead anyway.
But now I live in a house that breathes in the dark, stays cold no matter how hot Bangkok gets, and smells like wilted roses and secrets.
And that locked door upstairs that hums when I walk past it... like it knows my name.
Maybe the rumours ARE true.
Maybe the house IS wrong.
Maybe I should run.
But between deadlines, debt, and the strange man who keeps showing up in my dreams...
I think it's already too late.