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Chapter 1

In the quiet town of Ravenstown, with the forest buried in mystery. A young girl named Elvira, who was curious and adventurous, with a name as unique as her personality she embodies an intriguing blend of charisma and individuality. Her eyes are a memorizing shade of deep emerald green framed by dark lashes that accentuate their intensity. She has flowing red hair that cascades down her back like a waterfall. Her freckles gives her a timeless natural beauty, her lips were in a shade of a rose. It conveyed a sense of gentle strength and intelligence. She has a slender yet graceful stature. Elvira’s fashion sense is a reflection of her personality like a mix of vintage bohemian charm and modern elegance.  She loved the atmosphere of nature and abandon places it made her feel safe then being at home.

 That night she went further into the forest her curiosity led her to a decaying, looming mansion known as the Whitlock Manor. Elvira heard from the neighbours that a family lived there many years ago but they mysteriously disappeared. Rumours whispered through the village were spine tingling, 

They said it was cursed haunted by the spirits of its former inhabitants. The mansion itself was labyrinth of dust covered corridors surrounded with dead trees. The windows were dark and filled with shadows as if it was trying to play tricks with your eyes.  She didn’t want to believe it at all but yet her heart was pounding heavily feeling the fear overwhelming with emotions that left her drowning inside. As she tried to regulate herself she saw a shadow of what seemed to be in the mansion but wasn’t sure so she rushed towards it hoping it’s not true. As she begins to approach the mansion she put her hand on the doorknob and slowly opened it.

 Inside the air was thick with a musty scent and unsettling sounds like whispers and distant footsteps. It was so dark that you couldn’t see where u were going, stumbling forward cautiously Elvira luckily stopped in her tracks when she noticed a massive hole through the floorboards. It was not just any hole it seemed to lead somewhere. She found it strange, as the houses exterior had shown no signs of an underground chamber. She carefully approached the hole and peered into the inky darkness below. The whispers grew louder and the footsteps sounded as if they were coming beneath her. Elvira was debating whether to descend into the mysterious underground passage or continue on exploring the house. Her instincts was telling her to go underground, she retrieved a flashlight from her backpack and went down the narrow passage. Echoes of her footsteps repeated through the underground chambers as she went deeper into the darkness guided only by the beam of her flashlight. She had this feeling of someone watching her but thought it was her imagination and continued on.

There was some sort of dark shadow behind, a women who had a haunting blend of beauty and decay. She had long flowing hair. Her eyes were deep pools of darkness, void of any emotion or life. It seemed to pierce through ones soul with an eerie intensity. The skin on her face was pallid and translucent. Stretched tightly over her angular features emphasizing her cheekbones and sharp hollow cheeks. Her lips once a deep crimson, were now a pale ghostly shade forever frozen in a haunting enigmatic smile. She wore a tattered ethereal gown that appeared to drift around her like a mist. The gown bore with stains of time with tatters and rips and around her neck was a delicate rusted locket.

As Elvira turned to a corner, a shiver ran down her spine. Her heart yet racing again and her breath quickened as she sensed an inexplicable presence. Goosebumps formed on her arms as her wide eyes darted around searching for any sign of who might be watching her.  

She felt a bone chilling gust of icy wind swirled around her. In the darkness the women with a spiteful hiss lunged at Elvira, her bony cold fingers reaching for the throat. Panic consumed in Elvira as the ethereal Spector’s grip tightened, and struggled to break free from this evil vengeful ghost. She cried for help and the women’s face twisted into a sinister grin. Elvira could feel herself losing consciousness, suffocating from the vengeful spirit. Her vision blurred and became weaker with each passing moment. She gasped for air but it seemed the oxygen had been drained from her. The struggle of her survival came to a harrowing end. Her body went limp, the last breath escaped her lips in a haunting whisper.