LILY SMITH

t seemed to cling to every leaf and branch. Deep within the heart of this dark wilderness stood Holloway

rn her life had taken, the cruel twist of fate that had brought her to this ominous place. The memory of her parents' desperate face

ke skeletal fingers, and the windows stared out like empty eyes, cold and lifeless. The air was heavy with a

rusty groan, revealing a pathway that wound through overgrown gardens and led to the mansion's entrance. As

aced ancestors lined the walls, their eyes seeming to follow her as she moved. A chill crept up her spine, and she

ed to see a figure emerging from the darkness. It was a woman dressed in a faded gown, her features pallid and he

managed to stammer,

per that seemed to carry a weight of sadness. "I have been bound to this place

eard the rumors, the stories of Holloway Manor's cursed h

tinued, her tone filled with a strange mixture of reverence an

death knell, and a sickening realization dawned upon her. She was not her

ift, taking on eerie shapes that danced at the periphery of her vision. The walls seemed to pulse with a