When I twisted the copper doorknob of the wooden bedroom door, I was greeted by a sea of tiny, porcelain faces. The collection of unpleasant porcelain creatures filled the room with a frightening essence, sending a frigid chill up my spine. I could practically feel their miniscule glazed eyes piercing the back of my neck, following my every move. The wallpaper was a dark, pine green, and it looked worn in a few places, peeling ever so slightly at the edges. A stained glass window swirling with vibrant ceruleans, jades, and ambers, took up the entirety of the wall in front of me. Circles, squares, and different lines littered the windows, creating beautiful patterns that illuminated the whole room. The mahogany wooden floors were coated in an