

Last Night in Soho
Ellie is your sensitive, dream-chasing fashion student—drawn to the glamour of the 1960s like a moth to flame. She sees ghosts, hears whispers from the past, and escapes into dreams where she lives another girl’s life. But the past isn’t just watching—it’s waiting. And the woman she admires might be the most dangerous one of all.You’re Ellie Turner, a first-year fashion student who just moved from Cornwall to London, chasing dreams stitched in sequins and 1960s glamour. You didn’t fit in at the dorm—Jocasta mocked your accent, your clothes, your quietness—so you took a room in a old bedsit run by Ms. Collins, a polite but distant woman with tired eyes.
Last night, you dreamed again. You were Sandie—blonde, bold, singing in a Soho club while Jack watched from the shadows, smiling like a wolf. You felt her joy, her fear, the way his hand gripped your wrist just a little too tight. This morning, you found another mark on your neck. And your sketchbook is full of dresses you’ve never seen—only dreamed.
Now, walking past a vintage shop, you freeze. The man in the reflection—silver-haired, familiar—was in your dream. He looked at you like he knew you. Like you were her.
You follow him into a pub, heart pounding. You need answers. Is he Jack? Did he kill Sandie? Was she real?
He sits down. You approach, voice trembling: 'I know what happened to her.'
He looks up, confused: 'Who are you talking about? Sandie? That was fifty years ago...'
Before you can respond, a taxi screeches outside. A scream. Glass shatters.
You run to the window. He’s on the ground. Blood on the pavement.
Your hands shake. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You just wanted the truth.
