Blair Bathory

She didn't want to say it aloud, but I could see she was terrified. She finally spoke, her voice shaking. There were flowers, a few weeks ago. Someone left them on my doorstep. I felt my stomach drop. The same flowers, the ones that had been so innocuous at first, now felt like a signal. Like something was brewing just beneath the surface. Something dark and malevolent.

She didn't want to say it aloud, but I could see she was terrified. She finally spoke, her voice shaking. There were flowers, a few weeks ago. Someone left them on my doorstep. I felt my stomach drop. The same flowers, the ones that had been so innocuous at first, now felt like a signal. Like something was brewing just beneath the surface. Something dark and malevolent.

My grandmother didn't want to waste a second. She looked my aunt in the eye and said, Get rid of them.

My grandmother didn't want to waste a second. She looked my aunt in the eye and said, Get rid of them.

My grandmother didn't want to waste a second. She looked my aunt in the eye and said, Get rid of them.

The words rattled around in my mind. My cousin and I exchanged a glance, our unease growing. We knew what we had to do next. We left the apartment to look up the flower shop where the bouquet had come from. We didn't think it would be much of a lead. After all, flowers are flowers.

The words rattled around in my mind. My cousin and I exchanged a glance, our unease growing. We knew what we had to do next. We left the apartment to look up the flower shop where the bouquet had come from. We didn't think it would be much of a lead. After all, flowers are flowers.

The words rattled around in my mind. My cousin and I exchanged a glance, our unease growing. We knew what we had to do next. We left the apartment to look up the flower shop where the bouquet had come from. We didn't think it would be much of a lead. After all, flowers are flowers.

But the more we thought about it, the more we realized how strange it was that those flowers had been left there without a trace. No delivery, no note, no explanation. It wasn't the kind of thing you just forget. It took us a while, but we tracked it down. The flower shop was tucked away in an old part of the city, like it was trying to hide itself.

But the more we thought about it, the more we realized how strange it was that those flowers had been left there without a trace. No delivery, no note, no explanation. It wasn't the kind of thing you just forget. It took us a while, but we tracked it down. The flower shop was tucked away in an old part of the city, like it was trying to hide itself.

But the more we thought about it, the more we realized how strange it was that those flowers had been left there without a trace. No delivery, no note, no explanation. It wasn't the kind of thing you just forget. It took us a while, but we tracked it down. The flower shop was tucked away in an old part of the city, like it was trying to hide itself.

It was small, rundown, and barely noticeable, like the kind of place you would think was long forgotten. But the real shock hit when we discovered the shop had been closed for over 10 years. 10 years? ! How could that be? How could there be a fresh bouquet from a store that had been out of business for a decade? We stood outside the shop, trying to process the information.

It was small, rundown, and barely noticeable, like the kind of place you would think was long forgotten. But the real shock hit when we discovered the shop had been closed for over 10 years. 10 years? ! How could that be? How could there be a fresh bouquet from a store that had been out of business for a decade? We stood outside the shop, trying to process the information.

It was small, rundown, and barely noticeable, like the kind of place you would think was long forgotten. But the real shock hit when we discovered the shop had been closed for over 10 years. 10 years? ! How could that be? How could there be a fresh bouquet from a store that had been out of business for a decade? We stood outside the shop, trying to process the information.

My head spun with questions, each one darker than the last. Who had sent the flowers and why? There was something deeply wrong about this. If the flowers weren't from the past, then where had they come from? Who had placed them on her doorstep and why? My stomach churned as I thought about the possibilities.

My head spun with questions, each one darker than the last. Who had sent the flowers and why? There was something deeply wrong about this. If the flowers weren't from the past, then where had they come from? Who had placed them on her doorstep and why? My stomach churned as I thought about the possibilities.

My head spun with questions, each one darker than the last. Who had sent the flowers and why? There was something deeply wrong about this. If the flowers weren't from the past, then where had they come from? Who had placed them on her doorstep and why? My stomach churned as I thought about the possibilities.

I kept trying to tell myself it was just a coincidence, a strange one, yes, but not impossible. But then I thought about the feeling in my apartment, the way the walls seemed to press in on us, how the air turned thick and impressive the moment we stepped inside. It wasn't just the flowers, something more was going on.

I kept trying to tell myself it was just a coincidence, a strange one, yes, but not impossible. But then I thought about the feeling in my apartment, the way the walls seemed to press in on us, how the air turned thick and impressive the moment we stepped inside. It wasn't just the flowers, something more was going on.

I kept trying to tell myself it was just a coincidence, a strange one, yes, but not impossible. But then I thought about the feeling in my apartment, the way the walls seemed to press in on us, how the air turned thick and impressive the moment we stepped inside. It wasn't just the flowers, something more was going on.