A manor stood beyond an untamed wild wood. Gnarled trees tensed with rigor mortis. Ivy grasped like claws at arched gates, decaying with decades of rust. The pugnant scent of wilting flora festered, intoxicating the air. Spectres glided in the mist, glimmering messengers from the beyond. #WriteCBC

Pulling the key from her bedside drawer, Scarlett’s fingers slid over glistening black metal. Did her mother know what would happen when she bequeathed it to her? As a child she often envisioned what it would unlock. A familiar voice echoed a word that had come to haunt her, ‘Ravenswood.’ #WriteCBC