Mr Thorn or Hampton, or whatever his name was, greeted her again. “Welcome! As a buyer’s agent located in Sandringham, I can assure you we’ll find the perfect home!” This is wrong. Something is very wrong. Elara’s instincts pulled her towards the Victorian house. As she raced through the streets, townspeople’s heads turned in unison, following her every move. Why are they watching me? What do they want? As Elara entered the house, memories rushed back. She saw herself walking through the rooms, felt her fingers brush the walls, and heard her own voice whispering. The memories grew so strong she could barely distinguish the past from the present. This house is the key. I need to remember! In the[…]