Chapter 2: The Footprints in the Dark
The footprints were small. Bare. Human.
I followed them down the hallway until they stopped — right at the old attic door.
I stood there listening. Nothing. Just the wind.
Anna called from the bedroom, sleepy and annoyed. “Another nightmare?”
I lied. “Yeah… that’s all.”
But it wasn’t.
The next night, the whisper returned — closer, sharper.
“Why did you leave me?”
I turned to the mirror — and froze. Behind my reflection stood the same woman. This time I could see her eyes — lifeless, yet burning with accusation.
Cliffhanger: A child’s laugh echoed faintly behind her — high, brittle, and wrong. We didn’t have children.
