Thornfield Manor seemed to hold its breath as Michael and Bennett delved deeper into its mysteries. But with each step they took, the shadows seemed to grow darker, and the air grew heavy with the weight of the past.
One night, as they sat together in the parlor, a chill swept through the room, causing the flames in the fireplace to flicker and dance.
Bennett wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders, her eyes darting nervously around the dimly lit room. "Do you feel that?" she asked, her voice tinged with unease.
Michael nodded, his gaze fixed on the shadows that seemed to dance along the walls. "It's like there's someone—or something—watching us," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Suddenly, a soft whisper echoed through the room, sending shivers down Michael's spine. "Did you hear that?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.
Bennett nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "It sounded like...a voice," she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
With bated breath, they listened intently, their senses on high alert for any sign of the unseen presence that seemed to linger in the darkness.
And then, as if in response to their silent inquiry, a figure materialized before them—a woman with fiery red hair, her eyes filled with an otherworldly light.
Bennett gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Who...who are you?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
But the woman said nothing, her spectral form swaying gently in the moonlight that streamed through the window.
Michael's heart raced as he stepped forward, his curiosity outweighing his fear. "Are you...are you the one who's been haunting this place?" he asked, his voice filled with trepidation.
The woman's gaze seemed to pierce through him, her eyes holding a sadness that tugged at his heartstrings.
And then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, the woman vanished into thin air, leaving Michael and Bennett alone once more in the empty parlor.
For a long moment, they stood in stunned silence, trying to make sense of what they had just witnessed.
"It was her," Bennett whispered, her voice filled with awe. "The woman from your dreams."
Michael nodded, his mind spinning with the implications of their encounter. "But who is she? And what does she want from us?" he wondered aloud, his voice filled with uncertainty.
As they retired to bed that night, Michael couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the brink of a discovery—one that would reveal the truth behind Thornfield Manor's haunted past.
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