whispers came first—soft and insistent, like a breeze through the trees. Then, they grew louder, each word twisting in the air like a thread, binding the listener in its pull. At first, it was just an odd sensation, something barely noticeable. But soon, they became impossible to ignore.Cora Jenkins had always been a skeptic. She’d grown up in Harrows Hollow, a town that never seemed to welcome the new, the different. She’d seen strange things over the years, but they were always easily explained away. Always. Until the night of her disappearance.It was a bitter fall evening when it began—an ordinary night like any other. The wind howled, and the scent of wet earth filled the air. Cora had been walking home, her footsteps quick on the familiar dirt path that led through the woods. The same woods that had always felt safe—peaceful, even. But tonight, there was something about the silence, the way the trees seemed to close in on her. The whispers started.At first, they were faint, just barely audible over the rustling of the leaves. But soon, they grew stronger, clearer, more distinct.“Cora…” The voice was familiar, yet distant. It wasn’t anyone she knew, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that it had been calling to her for years. “Cora, come closer.”A chill ran down her spine, but curiosity got the best of her. She stepped forward, one foot after the other, drawn by the voice that echoed in her mind. The woods felt darker now, the shadows longer. The trees loomed, stretching their limbs like skeletal arms reaching for her.It wasn’t until she was deep in the heart of the forest that the truth hit her. The voice wasn’t calling from the air

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