My Fair Lady
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, May 16, 2020
It's just her nerves, Clara chides herself, just the restless feeling one often tends to get when spending the night in a home that it not quite theirs yet.
It's been a week since she first moved in, but for some reason the uneasy feeling persists. It's almost like she has forgotten something and it's right on the edge of her tongue, but she cannot speak for the life of her.
As time moves forward more is revealed, and the feeling starts to make sense. Something is coming, but will Clara be able to speak it's name before she too falls prey to the rising darkness in her new home?
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