Whispers in the Dark Lylia crept forward, fingers trembling on the cold, wet bark of the ancient willow. Each creak of the branches held a sinister echo, swallowed by the velvety-dark night. Beneath her sneakers, fallen leaves gave way with a br…
They Don't Bite Melai hated insects, especially mosquitoes. Their itching bites and relentless buzzing could ruin her entire mood. Unfortunately, outdoor gatherings seemed to guarantee her status as the main course for those blood-thirsty bugs. …
Mirror Whispers Jilian squinted at the old mirror propped against the attic dresser. Sunlight speared through the dust, highlighting the tarnish. Wiping away a smudge, she paused. There, a glint she hadn't noticed before. Beneath her fingertip…
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