michael-50366306 @michael-50366306
Daphne walked up the stairs to her bedroom, her legs spreading slightly as she climbed. The old house creaked and groaned beneath her feet, but Daphne was no stranger to its quirks. She had lived here all her life, and knew every nook and cranny. But tonight, something felt different. Tonight, the shadows seemed darker, the silence more oppressive. Daphne shivered as she reached the top of the stairs, her eyes fixed on some unknown terror lurking just out of sight.
She sat down on the landing, her legs still spread wide apart. The purple dress was a bit too short for modesty's sake, but Daphne didn't care. She had always felt more comfortable in clothes that hugged her curves rather than concealed them. And besides, she was used to wearing this dress all the time now.
As she sat there, Daphne couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. She glanced around the landing, her blue eyes scanning every corner for any sign of movement. But there was nothing - just the usual shadows cast by the flickering candles and the creaking wooden floorboards beneath her feet. Still, Daphne's heart pounded in her chest as she waited for some sign of life to emerge from the darkness. She fidgeted with her hand inside her panties, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to break.
She stood up to walk down stairs slowly, looking at viewer with scared eyes. D
