Пялясь в монитор и размышляя, вспомнила, что уже давно хотела это запостить.



During afternoon tea there’s a shift in the air
A bone-trembling chill that tells you she’s there
There are those who believe the whole town is cursed
But the house in the marsh is by far the worse,
What she wants is unknown, but she always comes back
The spectra of darkness
The woman in black.