The Peace: Last Chapter

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Decades passed, and the Widow's House was finally consumed by time. Nature reclaimed the land, vines strangling the once-grand structure until the walls collapsed into ruin. Raven brook grew into a modern town, and the legend of Evelyn, the Ghost Mother, faded into little more than a whispered warning in the town's history.

No one dared rebuild on the land, though. The foundation of the house remained, hidden beneath layers of earth and overgrowth, but the air around it always felt cold. Unnatural. The scent of lavender occasionally drifted through the town on the wind, though no one could explain where it came from.

Generations came and went, and the story of Evelyn Jenkins slipped into obscurity. Children no longer played near the overgrown lot, and thrill-seekers lost interest in the place. It became just another forgotten part of the past.

Until one evening, when a lone traveler, lost and looking for shelter, stumbled upon the forgotten lot. He saw the faint outlines of the ruined house, the shattered remains of the Widow's House barely visible in the twilight. He didn't know the history—didn't know the terror that had once lurked within those walls.

But as he stepped onto the land, the temperature dropped, and the wind carried a soft, ghostly sound. A lullaby.

The traveler paused, looking around, confused. His heart pounded in his chest, an inexplicable sense of dread washing over him.

From the shadows of the ruins, a figure began to form. A woman in a tattered white dress, her long, dark hair falling over her pale face. Her glowing eyes fixed on the traveler, and she began to hum softly, the lullaby growing louder with each step.

The traveller froze, terror gripping him. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't move. The air around him turned cold, and the scent of lavender filled his senses.

Evelyn had returned.

The Ghost Mother was still there, still watching, still waiting. And she always would be.

For some spirits, there is no peace. No final rest.

Some stories never truly end.

The End


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