She isn’t me, Mama. She’s waiting.
When Clara MacLeod inherits Dour Hill, a crumbling Highland estate, she hopes for a fresh start. But her daughter Maisie is drawn inexorably to a mirror in the hall. One that doesn’t just reflect. It remembers. It watches.
Whispers bleed from plaster. Furniture shifts in shadowed corridors. And Maisie insists something is trapped inside the glass. Something bound by ritual, twisted by legacy, desperate to be freed.
The deeper Clara digs, the more she realises this house feeds on suffering, and the past is far from dead.
If she shatters the mirror, can she survive the future it demands?
A gothic tale of ancestral curses, fragile maternal love, and creeping dread. Perfect for fans of Mexican Gothic, and The Silent Companions.
