One stormy night, Clara decided it was time for a final attempt. Thunder rumbled outside as she prepared for what she believed would be their greatest moment yet—a chance to confront Eliza’s past directly.
“Tonight is different,” she said with wild eyes. “I can feel it.”
As they sat in their makeshift circle once more, lightning illuminated the room through the windows—casting eerie shadows that danced along the walls. The atmosphere crackled with tension as Clara called out for Eliza once more.
The temperature dropped sharply as darkness coalesced around them. The shadowy figure returned but this time it was different—more defined and filled with rage.
“Eliza!” Clara shouted defiantly. “Why did you let him betray you?”
The figure surged forward, revealing twisted features that spoke of anguish and betrayal. “You should not have come here!” it hissed.
Thomas felt an overwhelming urge to flee but stood firm beside Clara. “We’re here to help you!” he shouted over the howling wind that filled their home.
“Help?” Eliza screeched, her voice echoing like nails on a chalkboard. “You cannot help me! You are bound by love—just like he was!”
In that moment of clarity, Thomas realized what had happened; Clara had become entangled in Eliza’s tragic fate—her obsession had awakened something far more sinister than mere spirits.
“Clara! We need to leave!” he pleaded desperately.
But Clara stood frozen, entranced by Eliza’s fury. “No! I can save you!”
The shadows surged forth like a tidal wave, wrapping around Clara as she screamed in terror. “Thomas! Help me!”
He lunged forward but was met by an invisible force that knocked him back against the wall. “You cannot save her!” Eliza shrieked as darkness enveloped them both.
