Hartling Hall – #writephoto


Eyes brimming with apprehension, Beth gazed upon her new home. In all honesty, there was very little about it that she thought of as homely. The monochrome façade was sparse and spotless, the curtains in most windows were brusquely drawn, and the monstrous building blocked the midday sun, casting sombre shadows across the driveway. The driver ushered her in and Beth gripped Mr. Teddy tighter to her chest as she stepped across the threshold, the humungous doorway swallowing her small, trembling figure.

In the cavernous entrance hall stood a tall woman, dressed in black cotton, light grey hair neatly coiffed. Beth could make out her piercing blue eyes even through the gloom. They were the eyes of someone you daren’t cross.

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