THE HAUNTING OF WILDERS RIDGE

s soft, almost a whisper, but unmistakable. She stepped back toward the door, h

filtering through the cracked windows illuminated only parts of his face-a strong jawline,

voice trembling slightly despite h

it clear he wasn't startled by her presence. "I'm someone who's been waiting a

name?" Mara asked,

e of her father, a man she barely remembered. The man in the

g barely a sound on the worn wooden floor. "We were... close. He was lo

night, just that he'd been researching something dangerous and had vanished, leaving only frag

hing dangerous'?" she ask

en his gaze landed back on Mara, there was a flicker of something-fear? Regret? "The town, Mara... it's not

eepening. A sense of dread washed over her, b

?" Mara asked, na

u the truth your father uncovered. You need to understand what this

stions. This man seemed to know more about her fa

from the other side of the house-a forceful, violent n

" she asked, he

know you're here." He moved quickly t

hoing in the empty space. The atmosphere had shifted, the air now thick with an oppre

s eyes wide with urgency. "You don't understand," he said, his voice

he meant, but one thing was clear: there was something here, so

tside, Mara couldn't shake the feeling that she was no longer j