The clock struck midnight as Olivia crept through the foggy graveyard, her breath visible in the chilling air. Whispers haunted her about the legend of a restless spirit that was once a young girl who lost her way. Unexpectedly, a rustle from behind her sent a chill down her spine. She quickly turned, but only shadows danced among the tombstones. The wind picked up. With her heart pounding, and her flickering flashlight, she moved on barely breathing. The silence was broken by a quiet sob. A disembodied voice whispered in her ear. “Help me..”
Whispers in the Graveyard
November 22, 2024