CONTENT WARNING: This update contains mentions of child death. The cellar is dark, and the lingering musty book-smell of the library is oppressive. Austin coughs. His boots come down heavily on the stairs as he descends, and he imagines one breaking under him, the old wood giving way and slicing deep gashes into his leg. Before he can entertain the thought any longer, he’s down the stairs, standing on solid stone floor.
i've known this ghost girl for one paragraph and i've never loved any character more