Dark Wishes Designs - A Life in Miniature

  For a full minute Eleanor stared up at Angus, his face was contorted with anger. 'Well?' he demanded angrily, still glaring.  Eleanor honestly had no idea what to say or how to cover her tracks, part of her wanted to confess everything, about the journal, about the strange happenings in the house that they had all experienced and what she had discovered about his father. Deep down she wanted to finish the journal, maybe get more answers, have the full facts before she did anything. Unless she saw this through it seemed unlikely they would ever get peace in Mortifer. It was becoming more obvious that the spirits were not going to rest easy any time soon.  The wind was whipping up a storm, the promising sunrise had been replaced by darkening clouds that scudded across the sky . Angus was still towering above her, he looked so incensed that tears sprang to her eyes.  The wind caught a strand of her long hair lifting it briefly and then dropping it so it clung to her ...