The next morning, the Wilsons packed their belongings and left the village. The house stood quiet now, no longer the center of dark whispers. The villagers would continue to tell the story of Evelyn, the Ghost Mother, but for the first time in decades, the Widow's House seemed at peace.
As they drove away, Clara glanced back one last time. The house stood silent, its windows dark, but in the faint light of dawn, she thought she saw a figure standing at the edge of the woods. The ghostly woman in white, her sorrow finally at rest.
Evelyn's story had come to an end, but her memory would linger—forever bound to the house, to the land, and to the families who dared to come too close.
And though the Ghost Mother was gone, the legend would live on.
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The Ghost Mother
HorrorHer husband killed her when she was sleeping, she swore to get revenge on her husband for his actions and to protect her children after life.
