Hours passed, and the group set up their cameras, determined to capture any signs of the supernatural. The house remained silent, save for the occasional creak or groan of old wood settling. They huddled together in the living room, the glow of their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls.
Ben turned on his recorder. "Alright, if there are any spirits here, show yourselves."
The room was still, the only sound the quiet hum of the recorder.
Sara shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this."
Ben laughed. "Don't tell me you're scared. There's nothing here—"
A soft humming interrupted him. It started low, barely audible, but it grew louder, filling the room with an ethereal, haunting melody. The group froze, their eyes wide with fear.
"That's... that's not one of us, is it?" Sara whispered, her voice quivering.
"No," Lily said, her face pale. "That's a lullaby."
The humming seemed to come from everywhere at once, echoing off the walls. And then, in the darkness, they saw her. Standing in the doorway, her figure half-hidden by shadows, was Evelyn. Her long hair obscured her face, and her tattered dress billowed slightly as though caught in a soft breeze.
She didn't move. She just stood there, her glowing eyes fixed on the group.
Ben dropped his flashlight, the beam swinging wildly across the room. "We have to get out of here," he whispered, backing away slowly.
But the door they had entered through slammed shut with a loud crash, and the windows rattled violently. The air turned frigid, and the scent of lavender grew overpowering.
"She doesn't want us to leave," Marcus muttered, panic rising in his chest.
Sara whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "Why did we come here?"
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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.
