The Cursed
Yet even as warmth bloomed in her chest, she remained quietly aware of the pale, motionless female ghost still lingering in the corner of the room—watching them with those empty, unblinking eyes.
Eloise paused while folding the empty food containers, the soft rustle of paper filling the quiet hut. The kerosene lamp flickered gently between them, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. George’s question came out of nowhere, catching her completely off guard.
“Ahm… wait,” he said, his voice lowering thoughtfully. “I remember what you told me before—that you have a third eye. Until now… have you seen anything unusual?”
Eloise froze, her hands stilling mid-motion. A jolt of surprise ran
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