The Past Is the Past

Isabel and william had moved to a little town called great driffield, which sits between the english city of york and the north sea to its east. They seem to have moved into a house owned by another person who had tasked them with running it as a lodging house. A few days after that odd incident with the floor, on august 20, third, isabel found herself sitting by the fire late in the evening. She probably blamed her exhaustion for what she saw one evening between the hours of eight and nine p m. The following night, another vision appeared, and it left her feeling a bit unsettled. But the past is the past, and just like the