Seraphina’s POV

I was exploring the home, and I saw pictures of different people. They were lined up along the dark wood of the hallway, their eyes following me as I moved. A lot of them look paler than normal. Probably people who lived here long ago. The air in this part of the house felt heavy, like the walls were holding onto the breath of everyone who had ever been tucked away here. The frames were heavy gold and silver, but the faces inside them looked like ghosts waiting for something ...