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The old house groaned in the wind, its wooden walls creaking like tired bones. From my bed, I heard a slow creeeak from the hallway door.
Then another.
The handle turned little by little.
I pulled the blanket over my face. The door opened just enough for me to see a pale hand gripping the frame.
A photoshoot like that was on my mind for a very long time. I don't know why I didn't do it earlier because I have just the perfect cottage for that.
I would love to do more photoshoots there if you'd like to see more of the property.
I also did a video from editing, because I thought it would be interesting to see how I was able to float, so you can expect it soon :D
Love, Erinthul.