The White Lily

Lindsey thought she was only cleaning out her grandmother's attic when she found the doll that was white, half black, stitched from flour sack cloth and stuffed with picked cotton. It was the kind of toy that should have belonged to another century, yet it pulsed with a presence that made her skin prickle. Soon after, a whisper on TikTok;

an activist's video about slavery, hauntings, and a Mississippi estate called Belmont pulled her deeper. She had never set foot in the Delta, but something in her blood recognized the house. Something in the house was calling her home.

When Lindsey arrives at Belmont, the air itself seems to watch her. Dust hangs like smoke, the walls sigh as if they are breathing, and the land hums with a grief too old to name. She doesn't know yet that every step she takes is tangled with the story of Lil Worthington, a red-haired girl who lived there a century earlier.

In 1919, Lil swept Belmont's porch in a flour-sack dress, listening to Aunt May's warnings about the swamp that never let go of its dead. She thought she could find light in the shadows. She didn't know that Belmont always collects what it's owed.

Now Lindsey and Lil are bound across time, two women facing the same house, the same ghosts, the same curse. Belmont is waiting for both of them. And once its doors open, no one leaves unchanged.