, restlessly tossing and turning, unable to find solace in sleep. The old house creaked and groaned with every gust of wind, each sound making her heart race

, her eyes darting anxiously to the corners of the ceiling where shadows danced. Outside, the wind howled ominously, but it was the unsettling silence inside the

urge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Maybe it's just a rat," she whispered to the stillness, attempting to erase the chill creeping up her spine. Rising cautiously, she tiptoed into the hallway, where dar

soft knock floated through the air

nervously over the handle. The knocking ceased, leaving an ominous silence in its wake. Steeling herself, she turned the knob slowly and pulled the doo

ith its spine broken as if it had been discarded in haste. Zara knelt down to retrieve it, her fingers trembling as she picked it up. A quick glance at the pages revealed a chilling sight; the

. That was no mere scribbling; it felt like a desperate message left behind by someone who had suffered

s brushing against the fragile pages. The first page crackled softly beneath h

h 2nd,

one ever will. But I need to write because

, illuminating my room and casting long shadows that danced along the walls. In that soft glow, I saw something moving just beyond the edge of my vision-something that made my heart race and my skin prickle with anticipation. I can still recall

ad been penned during a moment of sheer desperation. Halimah, the girl who had written these haunting entries, was clearly terrified, pouring out her fears and truths in

me haunting melody-soft, fractured sobs filled with sorrow and despair. The cries emerged from behind the heavy wooden door o

now that's a lie; I've seen the flicker of a shadow pass by the cracked window and heard whispers that vanish when approached. Curiosity gnaws at me, urging me

earlier while exploring the dusty corridors, dismissing it as just another forgotten part of the old structure. But now... now she felt an overwhelming compulsion to uncover its mysteries, to confront what