I never saw my mom, I never heard her voice, but in this place, I could feel her voice inside me, calling my name, crying out for help, as if something haunted her.
Exravagant dresses lined the closet, all sort of stuff that I never would have used. My suite contained potraits of black magic and beautiful women sitting beghind shadows, almost all the painting was from1921. my spacious rooms were decorated with latest designs and ancient candles. A girl led me through the hallway decorated with antiques, but a particular dagger caught my...