As I watched from a distance, I could sense a deep sadness emanating from this enigmatic figure.
Their movements were fluid, but there was a hint of desperation in their actions. It was as though they were fighting not out of choice, but out of some unseen force driving them onward.
And then, in a sudden moment of vulnerability, the hood slipped back, revealing a face that I never expected to see. It was a face that I had known long ago, a face that had haunted my dreams for years. It was the face of my long-lost friend, Rachel.
Rachel, I said, my throat tight with emotion. It's me, it's your friend. Please, come back to us.
For a moment, Rachel's eyes widened in shock, the cold mask she had worn slipping away to reveal the vulnerability and pain that lay beneath.
I could see the struggle within her, the conflict between the darkness that had consumed her and the flicker of light still burning in her soul.
YOU ARE READING
The return to The Whispering of Ravens Manor
TerrorWhen something calls Sarah , Emily and David back to the Manor will they make it out alive like last time or will they be a victim or will they be a victim of the manors endless torture and agony.
