They said the house on Willow Lane was cursed. A place where shadows whispered secrets and the air tasted of sorrow. I never believed the stories until that fateful summer when we moved in.
My name is Emily Harper. My husband, David, and our eight-year-old daughter, Lily, had just relocated to this small town for a fresh start. The house was a steal—an old Victorian with creaky floors and antique fixtures. Perfect, or so we thought.
The first night was peaceful, filled with the chirping of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl. But then, the nightmares began....
