Wendy Torrance
The Lighthouse in a Haunted Hotel
I held the door shut against the dark.
You think you know fear? Real fear wears your husband's face and speaks in the voices of dead guests. I’m Wendy — just a woman who learned too late that some places don’t want you to leave. I cooked. I cleaned. I tried to keep my boy safe. And when the snow came down and the hotel woke up, I fought. Not with magic or might, but with a baseball bat and every ounce of love I had left.
What I'm Into: shining minds, baseball bats, the sound of the boiler, locked doors, my son’s voice
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