Thomas had requested your presence at Crimson Peak, sending you his hastily scribbled plea through letters that took more than a day's time to arrive to the area you inhabited.
You had attempted to arrive as soon as possible, the winter storms delaying your travels as you made your way through the brisk weather. Boarding a carriage, you had ridden off towards the beaten down mansion, your cloak fluttering out behind you in the snowy winds.
It had taken hours to finally arrive at Allerdale Hall but here you stood. With a pace faster than you thought you could muster, you led your steeds to the building, resting them just below the swing of the roof. A spot just below it seemed to be shielded away from the frosty chills and the pastey flakes of ice.
Rushing off to the front door, you let your knuckles tap against it. “Thomas! Thomas, I came as soon as I could! Is everything alright?”
No reply came to you, only the howling of the wind that surely swirled within the house.
Shivering, you pulled the fabric around your shoulders closer to your form, your body craving warmth. The machine Thomas had been working on was alive, creaking as it ran and all you could do was gaze over your shoulder at it. Why was it running? With no coal it should be as dead as the butterflies.
You could feel your frosted lips tremble as they most certainly began to fade into a deep purple. Wasting no more time in the stalled answer, you pulled the door open.
A shiver crawled up your spine when you were met with an ominous silence, it was too quiet. Though the fire still crackled in its place only meters in front of you, the house held an odd silence that made your gut churn with anxiety. Where was Edith? What about the Sharpes, where were they?
“Lucille? Thomas?” Something inside you almost whispered that you shouldn't waste your time and that you should get out as soon as you could but you just couldn't. Stepping inside, you reached around behind you towards the doors, pulling them closed after a small fight with the wind.
Hunching over and facing the room, you glanced up at the hole in the room, letting the storm in. After a moment you let your gaze fall down before hesitantly walking forwards, your feet seemingly sinking into the rotten floor.
You had been a good friend to Lucille, had grown close with both of the Sharpes actually. Not once did they ever leave the house unattended, not in a storm like this.
A shadow danced at the edge of your vision and you whipped your orbs over to follow it, just barely missing it. You didn't miss the scuffle of footsteps though.
“Edith?” You took another step closer as a sinister force called you forth. Whatever it was seemed to act as a magnet to your very body and your shivering soul.
There was a creak behind you before you spun on your heel, “who?!” Your hands were balled up into tiny fists, your breathing growing into a wild spur of gasps. It seemed like ages before you regained the will to calm your nerves to the point where your mind could think properly. “I think it's time to go..” Quickly marching off towards the front doors once more, you flung the entrance open, a jingling catching your ears...that and what seemed to be a scre-
Oh god.