The clock
struck
midnight,
echoing through
the empty
halls.
Emily had
always been
drawn to the
old, abandoned
house at the
end of Millbury
Lane.
Tonight, she
finally dared
to step inside,
lured by
whispers of its
tragic past.
Dust danced in
the moonlight
as she
navigated
through the
cobweb-laden
rooms.
Suddenly, she
felt a cold
breath on her
neck, sending
shivers down
her spine.
Turning
around, she
expected to
find nothing,
but instead saw
a shadow
lurking.
Heart racing,
she backed
away, but the
shadow moved
closer,
whispering her
name.
It was a voice
familiar yet
haunting,
belonging to
her long-lost
sister.
In a flash,
memories
flooded back,
filling her
with both love
and dread.
As the shadow
reached out,
Emily realized
the truth—that
some spirits
never rest.
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