Darkest Greetings my Dear.
Darkest greetings my Dear. There you are, sat at the computer, tis late at night and the darkness outside is occasionally lit up by a distant, approaching storm. It is quiet, you’re alone in the house and just looking online to see how your friends are before you go to bed, when the hairs on the back of your neck raise as you hear a noise in the house. ‘It was nothing’ you assure yourself, ‘merely a household pet’ but still you remain on edge, nervous until a distant rumble of thunder makes you start, then laugh nervously. You sit and read, until you feel a presence enter the room behind you, fearing to confront them you sit still in terror as you hear the slight brush of cloth. A chill of ice runs down …