Australian Customers. Important Shipping Information
Australia is currently the most expensive country for us to ship to, so an additional postage fee is required for all orders being sent there. You can find the correct add‑on in the “Extra Shipping” category of the shop.
✨ Please choose the option that matches your item:
- Jewelry: select “Extra Shipping – Jewelry.”
- Small doll: select “Extra Shipping – Small Doll.”
- Medium doll: select “Extra Shipping – Medium Doll.”
- Large doll: select “Extra Shipping – Large Doll.”
Each product listing clearly states the size category of the item, so you’ll know exactly which shipping add‑on to choose.
If you’re unsure or need help selecting the right option, feel free to reach out. We’re always happy to assist and make sure your order arrives safely.
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The pencil portrait from 1976 was not discovered hanging proudly on a wall or displayed in a family room. Instead, it was found tucked deep inside the attic of an old house, hidden beneath a stack of forgotten blankets and brittle newspapers. Time had not been kind to the frame, yet the image itself looked strangely preserved, its soft shading capturing the likeness of three children who seemed frozen in a moment far quieter than the life that had once filled the home. Their names, as far as the surviving story tells us, were Jonathan, Peter, and Lila. The certainty of whether the children in the portrait are truly them has been lost to time. What is known, however, is that their spirits have remained within the house since the night they died, and the portrait was recovered from the very attic where their energy was felt most strongly.
The house had once been filled with noise, laughter, and the typical bustle of childhood. The three siblings created an atmosphere of warmth that settled into the wallpaper and lingered in the floorboards. Life was ordinary and full of gentle routine until the winter evening when tragedy struck. A faulty wire behind a downstairs wall sparked unexpectedly, and the fire spread faster than anyone could have imagined. Smoke climbed the staircase, filling the corridor and seeping beneath the bedroom doors. The children were asleep, unaware of the danger moving silently toward them. By the time the alarm was raised, the hallway had become impassable. When the flames were finally subdued, the children were found close together, suggesting that fear had driven them to seek one another’s comfort at the end. The event cast a long shadow over the house, a sorrow that clung to every corner and never fully lifted. The portrait, created shortly before the tragedy, remained in the attic as the rest of their belongings were slowly cleared away.
After the fire, the house became a place of strange echoes. Soft footsteps travelled across the landing at night. Doors that had been firmly closed would ease open without explanation. Curtains swayed as though brushed by small hands, and rooms developed the peculiar habit of humming with a quiet pressure, as if holding a breath. The phenomena did not fade over time. If anything, they grew more distinct, taking on the unmistakable patterns of familiar personalities. Visitors began to sense that the house was not as empty as it seemed, that its walls held memories too stubborn to disperse.
Jonathan’s presence is the first most people noticed. His energy felt calm and steady, and many who walked through the house remarked on an odd sense of being guided. Doors opened gently in front of them, never in a way that startled, but instead in a manner that suggested someone trying to keep them safe. Cold spots appeared in areas where structural weakness later proved to exist, as though Jonathan was urging visitors away from hazards before they noticed them. The way curtains shifted, always with a slow, deliberate motion, gave the impression of someone watching over the house with quiet authority. Jonathan’s spirit, though unseen, seemed committed to the role he had held in life: that of the responsible eldest child.
Peter’s presence is unmistakably different. His energy carried movement, curiosity, and an almost playful insistence on being acknowledged. Gentle tapping came from the banister or the underside of tables. Lights flickered in patterns too intentional to dismiss as electrical faults. Small objects shifted from place to place, not far, but enough to catch the eye. Guests frequently described the sensation of someone small walking close behind them, the footsteps light and quick, accompanied by the faint impression of running followed by giggling silence. Nothing he did was malicious. Peter’s spirit behaved like a child trying to engage, to entertain, or simply to make sure no one in the house ever felt completely alone.
Lila’s presence is the softest, and perhaps the most hauntingly beautiful. Her signature activity was the familiar humming of old children’s melodies, tunes that drifted through the hallways with no clear origin. The sound appeared most often at dusk, when the house settled into its natural quiet. Fabric rustled as though someone small had brushed by, and the air would grow cooler for just a moment, carrying with it the faint scent of dried flowers or sun warmed dust. Visitors often described the feeling of a gentle presence near their arm or shoulder, like a child seeking reassurance. Lila’s spirit brought tenderness to the haunting, an innocent sweetness intertwined with the sorrow of a life interrupted.
Together, the three children will shape a house into something more than an empty structure. They move through it with purpose, preserving their bond and imprinting their personalities into the very atmosphere. Whether or not the portrait truly depicts them may never be known. Yet the artwork feels significant, as though the graphite image acts as a gathering point for the siblings, a place where their presence grows stronger. Standing before the portrait, one often feels the quiet sensation of being observed, not with malice, but with a lingering longing for connection.
The picture remains a monument to the children’s memory, filled with their whispers, their footsteps, their warmth, and the shadow of the night they never left behind.
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🌙 Who We Are
We grew up under the care of our aunt, a respected paranormal investigator and spiritual consultant. After losing our parents, she welcomed us into her home on a quiet island in Kent, where she taught us the mysteries of the paranormal.
When she passed, we chose to continue her life’s work. Today, we travel the world investigating paranormal cases and caring for her collection. Bobby, our cousin, is a skilled demonologist. Cat is gifted with clairvoyance, while Ali sees visions across time. Together, we practice mediumship, witchcraft, Reiki, and crystal healing. We also work with spirits, demons, Genies, and Djinn, offering spells and guidance.
We never charge for our help. Our work is supported through the careful adoption of select vessels from our collection. We remain available to guide guardians of these spirits, and we ask that adopters commit to giving them a permanent home.
Disclaimer: Our experiences are personal and may differ from yours. We cannot take responsibility for any paranormal activity that may occur after adoption.
We have appeared in many tiktok channels, YouTube channels aswell as the amazing cosmopolitan uk and a brand new book by Fiona Dodwell. We are the real deal!
