The Lady in Black by Eleanor H. Porter

The house was very still. In the little room over the porch, the Lady in Black sat alone. Near her, a child’s white dress lay across a chair. On the floor at her feet lay a tiny pair of shoes. A doll hung over a chair and a toy soldier occupied the little stand by the bed. And everywhere was silence—the strange silence that comes only to a room where the clock has stopped ticking. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6166 The clock stood on the shelf near the end of the bed. The Lady in Black looked…