HAUNTED

As Ayana settled into her new home, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if unseen eyes lingered in the shadows. The flicker of lights seemed to dance to an eerie tune, casting fleeting shadows that danced along the walls. Every draft that whispered through the rooms felt like a spectral breath, stirring the air with unseen hands. And the persistent creak of the floorboards echoed like ghostly footsteps, haunting Ayana's every move. Initially brushing these occurrences off as quirks of an old house, Ayana couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that they were more than mere coincidences. They seemed orchestrated and purposeful, as if the house itself harbored secrets begging to be uncovered.

With each passing minute, Ayana's unease grew, fueled by the relentless rhythm of these seemingly innocent occurrences. The flicker of lights became a persistent reminder of the shadows lurking just beyond her sight. The drafts whispered secrets that eluded her grasp, leaving her feelin