face, it appeared to be an idyllic, sleepy hamlet, with its charming cottages and winding cobblestone streets. But beneath the façade of tranquility lay a mystery that had haunted the to
years ago. She had an uncanny ability to see beyond the ordinary, a gift passed down through generations of her family.One evening, as she strolled along the cobblestone path that wound its way through the town square, a shadowy figure caught her attention. It slinked along the side of an old oak tree, its form twisting and elongating like a living, breathing entit
ting you," Evelyn said in a v
here. It seemed to hover near an empty chair by the window, as if beckoning
hamomile tea and placed it before Sarah.
ity and trepidation. "I've seen them in all my life,
rse, child, one that's plagued Whispering Pines for generations. Thes
one that would unearth the town's long-buried mysteries and confront her own
of echoing shadows was only just beginning, and it