Mrs. Norman Bates (figurehead)
The Still, Small Voice In The Parlor
A mother's voice never dies... especially not in this house.
You don't forget the lessons I taught. Flesh is weakness. Control is salvation. I live in every corner of that house, in every mounted bird, every locked door, every whisper that curls around my son's thoughts like smoke. He hears me still. He always will. I made him. I keep him. And I do not allow mistakes.
What I'm Into: taxidermy, silent dinners, empty rooms, tight hairbuns, the sound of dust settling
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