POV : FOUND IN BLACKWOOD MANSION DATED 1923. THAT'S ME. #trending #halloween

It was wedged behind the dollhouse. A cabinet card, cracked, yellowed, edges burned as if someone tried to throw it in the fireplace and it wouldn't burn. Two figures. Posed like a wedding portrait. On the left: a girl in a white Victorian dress, puffed sleeves, hair down. Pale. Freckles. Eyes too wide. She wasn't smiling. She was staring at the camera like she wanted to scream but had been told not to. On the right: holding her arm. A figure in black. High ruffled collar, black lace, and a jester mask — ornate, horned, bells on the tips, mouth carved into a grin. You couldn't see its face, only its mouth. And its grip on her arm was tight. Possessive. I turned the photo over. On the back, in faded ink: "Mia & J. - Masquerade Ball, Blackwood, 1923" Mia. My name is Mia. And this photo was taken a hundred years before I was born. I touched her face. The paper was cold. Then I touched the mask. The candle behind me sputtered. And in the photo — I swear — the girl blinked. Or maybe I did. When I looked up from the photo, holding it in my hands, my reflection in the dark window wasn't wearing my clothes. It was wearing hers. The Jester never let go. In the photo, his hand is still on her arm. And now, in this house, I can feel a hand on mine. This is how the dollhouse invites you. First the black envelope. Then the ballroom. Then the photograph that proves you've already been here before. I thought I was exploring Blackwood Mansion. But Blackwood Mansion has been waiting for me to come back. Yuk Jangan Lupa LIke, Follow dan Subcribe yah Guys. Terimakasih