View — 6 Alexandra
A sound broke the silence—a heavy, dragging footstep from the attic above.
The rain over the Derbyshire moors had a way of making the ordinary feel ominous. It fell in steady, silver sheets, blurring the lone figure standing at the gate of “6 Alexandra View.” 6 alexandra view
Eliza pushed the creaking gate open. The key was still under the third frog statue, just as her mother had described. The lock turned with a reluctant clunk . A sound broke the silence—a heavy, dragging footstep
As the footsteps arrived at the door, the last thing Eliza saw was her reflection splitting in two: one version screaming, the other smiling, holding the door open for Arthur. The key was still under the third frog
The lock was rusted, but a firm shoulder broke the jamb. The room was empty. No furniture, no clothes, no mementos. Just a single, incongruous object: a large, antique mirror facing the far wall. Its silver was intact, and in the dim light, Eliza saw her own reflection—and something else.