He Never Claimed Me
But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward.
She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal.
Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead.
A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.
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