Wallpaper had been ripped off in strips, hanging off the corridors like flayed skin.

She put them in her pocket with her great great grandmother's smile, left the drawing room, and didn't look back.


Some of your descriptions never fail to make me shiver, and these are no exceptions. I feel like you're just starting your story though. Although that just might be my transparent attempt to get you to write more. :D You do a very nice Pansy.