18eighteen Sarah • Recommended & Safe

The vision snapped back to the present. Sarah was stumbling, grasping the mannequin for support. The bloodstain on the dress was gone. She looked at her finger. There was no cut.

Sarah took a deep breath, stepping fully into the room, abandoning the fearful child she was yesterday. She walked to the window, looking out over the overgrown, wild garden, and spoke to the silence. "I'm home." 18eighteen sarah

As she approached, a whisper seemed to echo, not in the room, but in her mind. “At eighteen, the blood remembers.” The vision snapped back to the present

She wasn't in the attic anymore. The room was vibrant, filled with the scent of lavender and candlelight. She saw a girl—no, she was the girl—standing before a mirror, wearing the dress. It was 1906. She was looking at her own face, yet it was different, older in spirit. She felt a profound, aching love for someone named Elias, and a terrifying, cold fear of a man with eyes like shadowed glass. She looked at her finger