Where the Dead Keep Watch

Previously

…The only sound was the relentless howl of the wind outside and the frantic thumping of Clara’s heart. Arthur stood frozen, his hand still resting on the piano keys, his face pale. For the first time, the solid wall of his denial seemed to crack, revealing the raw fear that lay beneath. He looked at Thomas, then at Eleanor, and finally, his gaze drifted to the darkened corners of the room, as if expecting to see the elusive ‘lady in blue’ materialize before his eyes. The house had spoken, and its voice was one of profound, ancient sorrow. And for the Vances, the unsettling whispers had finally found a clear, terrifying melody.