An old dress form stood like a headless talisman in the shadows and a play of light on it made it appear to move.
The house had been inherited with everything in it as though the people that once lived there had simply walked away never to return.
The deceased owner had created many things in that room. She was known for her fur coats, but her fortè had been designing and sewing wedding dresses. She also gave lessons so there were many sewing machines scattered around the room.
When I stepped into the room I caught a glimpse of a sudden streak out of the corner of my eye and heard what sounded like every marble in my head tumbling to the floor. I froze ready for fight or flight.
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