was brittle, and the faint smell of aged parchment filled the air. As she opened it, a sudden ch

A sharp crack echoed behind her - like the snap of a bone. She whipped aroun

wl told a story of curses, betrayals, and a powerful magic bound to the house. The deeper she read

lamming onto the floor with a thunderous crash. Aria jumped, her heart racing like a

the page, a cold, clammy hand brushed her shoulder. She spun a

choed through the room: "

figure standing just beyond the doorway. Its hollow eyes bore into A

slowly, clutching the journal. The shadow dissolve