During afternoon tea there’s a shift in the air,
a bone trembling chill that tells you she’s there.
There are those who believe the whole town is cursed
but the house in the marsh is by far the worst.
What she wants is unknown but she always comes back,
the spectre of darkness…
The Woman in Black
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