scream for the souls that inhabit them. Dear ol' Ms.
Everton. The lady never leaves her room which is adorned
trinkets from her jewellery box that hang from the ceiling by
re-dried wax sweated off by her vibrant scented candles.
The colours of the costume jewels bounce around her room,
whilst she detangles her long white hair, as if they are the
lost colours that have drained from her eyes.