Untold: The Dark Story Of Everwood

g hidden truths, walked briskly through the deserted streets. She pulled her coat tighter around her, the chill in the air biting at her skin. Tonight,

ispering tales of hauntings and curses. Amelia, however, was not easily swayed by superstition. She pushed open the heavy, cre

ilence. As she explored, she felt an inexplicable pull toward the library, a room she had read about in

room stood a large oak desk, covered in a thick layer of dust. Amelia approached it, her heart pounding with anticipation. As s

, its pages yellowed with age. The cover was embossed with the initials "E.B." Intrigued, Amelia

nder. The entries spoke of strange occurrences, mysterious deaths, and a darkness that seemed to seep into the very sou

wood's haunted reputation? Lost in thought, she didn't notice the shadows lengthening around her.

eling of being watched was palpable. Her breath quickened as she clutched the diary to her chest. Someth

see the figure watching her from the shadows, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. As she stepped back into the r

gers flying over the keyboard. As she worked, she couldn't shake the feeling that the darkness described in the diary was not ju

it knew