Echoes of the Forgotten

They say some houses hold onto their past. This one, they whispered,

held onto a soul. Dust lay thick, a blanket over forgotten dreams and

chilling memories. Every step echoed, a solitary beat against an overwhelming silence.

Then, shadows began to dance, not from light, but from something

unseen. Faint whispers slithered through the air, just beyond comprehension. Deep within,

a soft, ethereal glow pulsed from a hidden corner. It beckoned,

a silent lure into the very heart of the haunting. And then,

a form began to materialize, a translucent silhouette. Cold seeped into the bones,