The Blackhood home

Previously

…And then it was done. The scream stopped, and the air grew still. The entity was gone. Eleanor stood in the driveway, watching the smoke rise from the ruins. She felt a sense of release, of closure. But as she turned to leave, her phone rang. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. The number was unknown. She answered, her voice cautious. "Hello?" "Eleanor," a woman's voice said. "I'm glad you're safe." Eleanor's blood ran cold. She knew that voice. It was the voice from her dreams, from the fire, from the woman in white. "Who is this?" she asked, her voice trembling. "You know who I am, Eleanor. I am Amelia Blackhood. And I am still alive."