From the moment Sophie moved in, I thought my days would be filled with laughter and warmth. Instead, I find myself tiptoeing around my own house, unsure of my place, as my granddaughter and I clash over everything from teabags to silence. This is the story of how love and generational differences can turn a home into unfamiliar territory.
I never thought my student days in Sheffield would be marked by something so chilling, so utterly inexplicable, that it would haunt me for years. It all began with three mates, cheap lager, and the kind of laughter that only comes from being young and free—until a night when a Ouija board changed everything. What followed tore at the fabric of our friendship and forced us to question what we truly believed about life, death, and the secrets we keep from ourselves.
I’m Sophie Turner, a university student from Manchester, and I’ll never forget the night I made a choice that would haunt me forever. My younger brother, Jamie, was fighting for his life in hospital after a car accident, and I was drowning in debt, desperate for a way out. What I did to save him changed the course of my life, and not a day goes by that I don’t wonder if I did the right thing.
