curisous
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- Parts 10
Y/N: (whispering to herself) "Well, it's not much, but it's home now."
As night fell, Y/N lay in her creaky bed, struggling to find sleep amid the eerie silence. That's when she heard it-the faintest of whispers, like a distant plea.
Voice: "Help me..."
Y/N sat up, heart pounding. She had heard stories of the mansion being haunted, but she had dismissed them as mere superstitions.