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The wind howled loudly through the cracks of the old mansion, like a never-ending lament that seeped into her bones.
There, sitting in front of the huge window, SHE gazed at the full moon with dreamy eyes, allowing the verses to flow from deep within her.
-You are what I have longed for in this life, -she recited softly, as if summoning a secret lover.
-Sometimes I question the wind, why, listening to you, do I feel it deep inside?
A noise startled her, a barely perceptible rustle that tore through the silence.
She held her breath, scanning the shadows with growing unease. She shook her head, attributing the sound to the vagaries of the old house.
She resumed her poem, allowing herself to be lulled by the words that poured from her soul: ‘Many times your heartbeat by my side. So many times I have uttered your name...’.
Suddenly, a shiver ran up and down her spine. She could feel a presence, almost tangible, watching her from the depths of darkness.
She fought the urge to turn around, afraid to face the thing that lurked in the gloom.
‘Quietly, when the moon rises, it nestles in my breast like a dove...’
A whisper broke the spell, an ethereal, distant voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once. She jumped to her feet, her heart pounding violently.
-Who's there, -she demanded to know, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.
Silence. A sepulchral silence that only fanned the flame of fear inside her.
It was then that she saw it: a fuzzy shadow, barely a silhouette in the darkness, gliding towards her with spectral movements.
She backed away, stumbling over the furniture in her desperation to escape. But the presence stalked her, relentless, whispering snippets of her poem in a voice that chilled her blood.
‘And when I awake my dream collapses...’
A piercing scream tore through the night, merging with the howl of the wind. In the ancient mansion, a mystery had come to life, unleashing a terror beyond human comprehension.