She had saved Baneberry Hall for the next day, having sifted through enough of the buildings in one day and not liking the smell of rot coming from the mansion. When she finally braved the threshold and wandered the halls, it didn't take long to find the various objects that seemed almost out of place. She didn't fear touching them, so she walked willingly into the memories, not realizing at first what they were.
By the third or fourth, she understood that she was seeing something belonging to another. These were personal experiences, glimpses into another's mind, which was disturbing in a way that compared to hearing her voice again.
It wasn't until she saw the faded and browned photograph of Eli and Matthew that everything fell into place. She saw events that she had hoped would never replay in her mind again, a moment that still haunted her in this place. With a clenched jaw, she held tightly to the photograph and hurried down to the kitchen, hoping the burners would work or there would be some matches. There was a chance no one had seen this, no one knew what was attached. She would dispose of the evidence either way and hope her secret never got out.
[OOC: I couldn't find a screengrab of the actual photograph, but that is what Eli (left) and Matthew (right) look like.]
Day 064 (OOC: PM me for the memory if you want it. TW: Child death)
She had saved Baneberry Hall for the next day, having sifted through enough of the buildings in one day and not liking the smell of rot coming from the mansion. When she finally braved the threshold and wandered the halls, it didn't take long to find the various objects that seemed almost out of place. She didn't fear touching them, so she walked willingly into the memories, not realizing at first what they were.
By the third or fourth, she understood that she was seeing something belonging to another. These were personal experiences, glimpses into another's mind, which was disturbing in a way that compared to hearing her voice again.
It wasn't until she saw the faded and browned photograph of Eli and Matthew that everything fell into place. She saw events that she had hoped would never replay in her mind again, a moment that still haunted her in this place. With a clenched jaw, she held tightly to the photograph and hurried down to the kitchen, hoping the burners would work or there would be some matches. There was a chance no one had seen this, no one knew what was attached. She would dispose of the evidence either way and hope her secret never got out.
[OOC: I couldn't find a screengrab of the actual photograph, but that is what Eli (left) and Matthew (right) look like.]