The House on Ravenhill

The mansion on Ravenhill Lane loomed dark and abandoned, with ivy-covered walls and broken windows that whispered secrets on the wind. Inside, dust settled over rooms frozen in time—grand staircases, empty ballrooms, and a library filled with forgotten books. The air was thick with an eerie energy, as if the house was alive, shadows dancing in the dim light and whispers echoing through the halls. At night, Alyssa felt watched, hearing soft footsteps and glimpsing a sorrowful figure—a woman trapped by lost love. In the garden, an overgrown grave held the key to peace, the final resting place of the woman whose spirit lingered, longing for closure.