Week 1: Whispers of Chaos
The minute I walked inside those stunning oak front doors, I felt a sort of uneasiness overwhelm me. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on-there just weren’t any noticeable signs that anything was amiss, but the air was thick, and an odd, lingering silence seemed to settle in the corners of every room. Still, I set them aside. I had a month to go and wasn’t about to let some vague feeling of unease run my stay.

The first week was fairly innocent on the face of things. I settled into a routine, working during the day and pottering around the house in the evenings. It was Victorian charm that really came out then—such ornate woodwork, grand staircases, and intricate wallpaper dating to at least a hundred years ago. For all its charm, however, there were weird quirks that I couldn’t ignore.