Chapter 2 : The Mysterious Portrait

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"Who is she?" I asked Grace, my finger tracing the woman's face in the portrait.

Grace's expression turned somber. "That's your great-aunt's twin sister, Isabella. She...passed away under tragic circumstances."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Tragic circumstances?"

Grace hesitated before speaking. "Isabella was involved in some dark dealings, Emily. Your great-aunt tried to distance herself, but...the past has a way of catching up."

As I gazed into Isabella's piercing green eyes, I felt a strange connection to her. It was as if she was trying to convey a message, a warning perhaps.

 It was as if she was trying to convey a message, a warning perhaps

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Suddenly, I heard a faint whisper in my ear. "Find the truth, Emily..."

I spun around, but Grace seemed oblivious to the voice. "Grace, do you hear that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

 "Grace, do you hear that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper

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She looked at me quizzically. "Hear what, Emily?"

The whisper grew louder, more urgent. "Find the truth, Emily...before it's too late."

My heart raced as I realized I was not alone in Windsor Manor. The secrets within its walls were stirring, and I was determined to uncover them.

As I gazed into Isabella's piercing green eyes, I felt a chill run down my spine. The whisper in my ear grew louder, more urgent. "Find the truth, Emily...before it's too late."

Suddenly, the lights in the study flickered and died. I was plunged into darkness, the only sound the creaking of the old mansion.

 I was plunged into darkness, the only sound the creaking of the old mansion

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And then, I heard footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, coming from the floor above.

'Grace?' I called out, my voice shaking. 'Grace, is that you?'

But there was no answer.

The footsteps grew louder, closer. I could feel a presence watching me, waiting for me.

And then, everything went black.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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