The moon hung
low in the sky,
casting eerie
shadows across
the old,
forgotten
graveyard.
Whispers of
the past
rustled through
the trees,
pulling at the
edges of her
sanity.
As she stepped
deeper into the
heart of
darkness, the
ground beneath
her feet felt
alive,
pulsating.
With every
heartbeat, the
air grew
heavier, thick
with the weight
of secrets long
buried.
Suddenly, a
grating sound
sliced through
the silence,
sending chills
racing down her
spine.
From the
corner of her
eye, she caught
a glimpse of
movement—something
watching her.
With a breath
caught in her
throat, she
turned slowly,
fear curling
around her
heart.
There, in a
flicker of
moonlight,
stood a figure
cloaked in
shadows, its
face obscured.
“Is anyone
there?” she
called, her
voice trembling
in the
unnatural
stillness.
But the
response was
not a word;
instead, it was
a low, guttural
growl that sent
her running.
Branches
clawed at her
arms as she
fled, the
forest alive
with mocking
laughter behind
her.
As she broke
free, the night
erupted into a
cacophony of
phantom
screams,
chilling her to
the bone.
She reached
her house, the
door slamming
behind her as
she locked it
tight.
Yet, even with
the safety of
walls, she felt
the presence
lurking just
beyond the
threshold.
That night,
sleep eluded
her, each tick
of the clock a
countdown to
the inevitable.
When dawn
finally broke,
she stepped
outside, only
to find the
graveyard empty
and silent, as
if nothing had
happened.
But at her
feet lay a
single,
blackened rose,
wilting under
the pale
morning sun.
And that’s
when she
knew—this was
only the
beginning of
the horror that
awaited her.
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