Where the Dead Keep Watch

Previously

…The same sentiment of patient observation. She felt a profound sense of connection, a sudden, overwhelming certainty that Thomas’s ‘imaginary friend’ was not imaginary at all. It was a spirit, a watcher, a messenger. And it was trying to tell them something. Something vital. But what? And why through her innocent brother? The questions swirled in her mind, a tempest of intrigue and burgeoning dread. The spectral duty was not just a duty; it was a plea, a warning, a desperate attempt at communication. And Thomas, with his open heart and innocent gaze, was the only one who could hear it. Eleanor knew, with a certainty that settled deep within her bones, that she had to listen.