**The Whispering Shadows** In the small, desolate town of Ravensbrook

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**The Whispering Shadows**
In the small
,
desolate town of Ravensbrook
,
there was an old house that had stood abandoned for years
.
No one dared to enter
,
for it was said to be cursed
.
The townsfolk spoke of strange occurrences—the lights flickering on despite no electricity
,
and soft whispers that could be heard from the rotting walls
.
One stormy evening
,
a young woman named Eliza
,
new to the town and unaware of the tales
,
sought refuge in the old house
.
She had lost her way
,
the rain pouring down so heavily that she could barely see a few feet ahead
.
The house
,
looming at the end of the road
,
was her only option
.
The door creaked open
,
almost as if inviting her in
.
The air inside was stale
,
carrying a musty scent of decay
.
Eliza shivered
,
the chill of the place cutting through her soaked clothes
.
She found an old candle on a dusty table and lit it with a match from her bag
,
the flickering flame casting long shadows on the walls
.
As she explored the house
,
the whispers began
.
At first
,
they were faint
,
like the wind slipping through the cracks
,
but soon they grew louder
,
more distinct
.
They called her name
,
a chorus of soft
,
pleading voices
.
"Eliza
...
Eliza
...
"
She froze
,
the candle trembling in her hand
.
"Who's there
?
" she called out
,
her voice barely above a whisper
.
There was no answer
,
only the sound of footsteps above her
,
heavy and deliberate
.
Against her better judgment
,
she climbed the creaking staircase
,
each step groaning under her weight
.
The whispers grew louder
,
almost frantic
.
"Eliza
...
come to us
...
"
She reached the top of the stairs
,
her heart pounding in her chest
.
The hallway stretched out before her
,
lined with doors that seemed to stretch into the darkness
.
One door stood slightly ajar
,
a pale light spilling out from within
.
The whispers were coming from there
.
With trembling hands
,
she pushed the door open
.
The room was empty except for a large mirror standing in the center
.
The glass was fogged
,
but as she stepped closer
,
the fog began
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