Karupspc | Portable

And there it was.

Footsteps. Wet. Slow. Coming up the stairs. karupspc

The cursor blinked, patient and waiting. And there it was

The rain had been falling for three days straight, turning the gravel path to the old Karup estate into a ribbon of sludge. I pulled my coat tighter, the leather creaking in protest as I pushed through the overgrown rhododendrons. The house loomed—a Victorian brute of timber and slate, its windows like the blank eyes of a skull. karupspc