It's still Halloween inside Harrow House, although perhaps past midnight now.
In Part 7, the house stops playing coy.
Our brave little ensemble finally regroups but the reunion is uneasy. Naomi’s sharp tongue is sharper still. Dylan’s candle burns unnaturally steady against the wind. Clara is flushed and pretending not to be. And Marcus—well, Marcus is trying very hard to walk normally.
The house presses in. Floorboards pulse to the rhythm of their breath. Contact sparks. Frescoed fantasies bleed into reality. Marcus imagines pressing Jade to the wall. Clara remembers Dylan’s fingers and almost falls apart. Dylan’s trying not to think about Clara on her knees. And Naomi—sweet, skeptical Naomi—gets more than a vision. Phantom hands. Phantom mouths. Filled in ways she never thought she wanted… until she did.
Then the frescoes come alive. They don’t move, exactly. They participate. Naomi learns this the hard way, taken apart by two ghostly lovers while everyone else walks unaware.
A staircase opens, pulsing with the house’s heartbeat. They’re all beyond pretending. The descent is inevitable. The house has tasted them now.
So light a candle. Say a prayer.
And go down with them.
— Eric
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