They stumbled out of the house, hearts racing and breathless with fear. “We shouldn’t have gone there,” Thomas said, his voice shaky.
Clara was undeterred. “We need to understand what happened to Eliza! We can’t just walk away.”
Days turned into weeks as Clara became increasingly consumed by Eliza’s tragedy. She began having nightmares—visions of Eliza’s sorrowful eyes pleading for help. Each night was more vivid than the last; Clara would wake up screaming, drenched in sweat.
Thomas watched helplessly as Clara spiraled deeper into obsession. He tried to pull her back to reality, but she was lost in a world of shadows and whispers.
One night, Clara proposed a séance—a way to communicate with Eliza’s spirit and uncover the truth behind her demise. Though apprehensive, Thomas couldn’t bear to see Clara suffer any longer. He reluctantly agreed.
They set up in their living room, candles flickering as they formed a circle on the floor. Clara held a piece of Eliza’s letter tightly in her hands. “If you’re here with us, Eliza,” she called out softly, “please give us a sign.”
Silence enveloped them for what felt like an eternity until suddenly, the candles flickered violently. A cold breeze swept through the room, extinguishing some flames while others burned brighter than before.
“Clara…” Thomas whispered nervously.
“Stay calm,” she urged. “Eliza? Are you there?”
A shadowy figure emerged in the corner of the room—an outline of a woman dressed in white, her face obscured by darkness. Clara’s heart raced with exhilaration while Thomas felt paralyzed by fear.
“Eliza!” Clara cried out. “What happened to you?”
The figure pointed toward Thomas, and Clara’s heart sank as she realized it wasn’t a message of love but one of warning.
“Get out!” Thomas shouted as he pulled Clara away from the entity. But it was too late—the shadows began to envelop them both.
