Nancy Drew: Ghost of Thornton Hall2013

Savannah Woodham:
When I was young, there was a spot in my room where I could fold back the wallpaper. There was this gorgeous old wood behind it. I mean, to me it was. I'd trace the ripples in the grain with my finger for sometimes hours.

Nancy Drew:
Why?

Savannah Woodham:
I don't know. I was a girl and it was the only thing I knew about that no one else did. I don't know exactly when it started, but I began to trace a beautiful old willow into the wall over and over again. Strong limbs running up into the sky, and the tangled roots grabbing tight at the dirt. I was obsessed. I traced that tree until I knew every detail. I even started to see it after a time, little indentations in the wood. But one day the lines felt strange and cold- and I realized it wasn't the wall I was feeling. -there was a girl on the other side of the wood. She was showing me what to draw, she was trying to tell me something. I should have shut my eyes tight and glued the paper back. But I didn't and I couldn't. I let her teach me the shape of the tree again, and again until one day I saw it in real life.

Nancy Drew:
What happened?

Savannah Woodham:
Not a thing until a strong storm hit a few months later. I don't have to tell you what they found when they pulled what was left of the willow tree from the ground, now do I? That's when I decided I would learn to listen. I knew even then it'd come at a cost. I just had no idea how high.