Shadow of the past

clutched the steering wheel of her old Subaru, the familiar landscape bringing a rush of nostalgia mixed with trepidation. A decade

shrouded in climbing ivy. It was here, in these woods, that she had spent countless summers, chasing fireflies and listening to her grandmother's stori

ok a deep breath, inhaling the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, grounding herself. Her grandmother had passed away last wint

itself was calling her name. She shook off the feeling, attributing it to nostalgia, but a shiver ran down her spine. Ignoring it, she started t

ds of the forest-crickets chirping, the rustle of leaves-created a symphony of nature that was both comforting and eerie. She gla

to tell-the legends of werewolves that roamed the woods, cursed souls who transformed under the full moon. Emilia h

darkness. Her pulse quickened when she thought she saw a shadow dart between the trees. "Just a deer," she whispered to h

creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. As she finally drifted into a restless slumber, she was greet