6 Alexandra View 【PC】

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 .

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. 6 alexandra view

Eliza tried to run, but her feet were rooted. The girl in the mirror reached out a cold, small hand. And for the first time, Eliza recognized the child’s face. It was her own—from a photograph taken at age six. The year before she’d developed a sudden, inexplicable fear of mirrors. Eliza pushed the creaking gate open

Inside, the air was thick with dust and the ghost of lavender polish. She ran a finger over the mahogany banister. Everything was preserved—a time capsule from 1985. Lydia’s knitting needles still impaled a half-finished scarf. The Radio Times on the coffee table advertised a Miss Marple adaptation. As the footsteps arrived at the door, the

A child. Standing behind her. A small girl in a white nightgown, her face indistinct, holding a patent leather shoe.

To anyone passing, it was a charming Victorian folly—a turreted house with a slate roof and a bay window that caught the last of the twilight. But to Eliza Hart, it was the site of a childhood disappearance that had haunted her for twenty-two years.

A sound broke the silence—a heavy, dragging footstep from the attic above.