Whispers Of The Haunted Manor

er, she found herself straining her ears, desperately attempting to catch the elusive words that rode on the coattails of chilling drafts. The sounds were ephemeral, teasing her comprehension, l

f air, unhindered by windows or doors, wound their way through rooms like spectral apparitions, ruffling curtains and extinguishing candles. With each passing moment, Emma’s conviction solidified: she was not alone in her room. Shadows cast by the moonlight danced upon the walls with an eerie vivacity, mimicking the undulating motions of ghostly figures. In the symphony of the night, the mansion’s silence amplified her fears. The very stillness that should have been comforting only served to m