Knock, knock... Who's there? (Patreon)

The old house groaned in the wind, its wooden walls creaking like tired bones. From my bed, I heard a slow creeeak from the hallway door.

Then another.

The handle turned little by little.

I pulled the blanket over my face. The door opened just enough for me to see a pale hand gripping the frame.

A photoshoot like that was on my mind for a very long time. I don't know why I didn't do it earlier because I have just the perfect cottage for that.

I would love to do more photoshoots there if you'd like to see more of the property.

I also did a video from editing, because I thought it would be interesting to see how I was able to float, so you can expect it soon :D

Love, Erinthul.