Echoes of the lost

t-a tug in the air, a whisper of something hidden just beneath the surface of the quaint streets and neatly trimmed lawns. She'd been away for years, but the town hadn't change

. She fumbled with the key, and when the door swung open, the scent of dust and abandonment greeted her. The house was eerily silent, as if holding its breath, waiting for something. The floorboards creaked under her weight as she made her way through the dimly lit hallway. Everything was untouched-Celia's life, frozen in time. Hours passed in silence as Eliza sifted through old newspapers, forgotten trinkets, and memories that didn't belong to her. She was about to call it a day when she found it. In the attic. It was buried under layers of old sheets and boxes, tucked away as if meant to be forgotten. A letter. Crisp, clean, and-her heart stuttered-dated just three days ago. The paper crackled in her hands as she opened it, her pulse quickening with each word. It was unmistakably from Celia Moreau, addressed to no one, or perhaps... to everyone. They never stopped watching. Even now, they wait. -Celia The room seemed to shrink around her. She glanced