The Durham's are a Victorian family plagued with unfortunate happenings and strange, even mystical occurrences. It all began with the murder of Delilah Durham, which in turn began a domino effect of tragedy and misfortune. It's almost as if there's something more going on...something that could be described as magical. ⚠️WARNING: These stories contain sensitive topics such as death, murder, grief, execution via hanging, alluded abuse, and suspected suicide, and include depictions of violence, among other things. Proceed with caution. For context, these are technically separate stories but continue off of one another. The first story was originally written around Halloween for a writing club (which is why it's so short) and the second one was written mainly just because I wanted to, although since it is SIGNIFICANTLY longer than the first story I will readily admit that the editing is more or less non existent and more rushed and unpolished than the first (I won't lie when I say I have a love-hate relationship with the ending XD). One more very important thing about the second one: it includes characters from my friend's story (which you should totally check out if you haven't already, I'll leave a lil link in the chapter or something). So even though I tried to make the story as accurate to both of our lore as possible, none of this should be considered canon to her story. But, no matter, I hope you enjoy the stories anyway despite their faults. Thank you!All Rights Reserved