"Play again! The kitchen.”
Mrs. Evelyn's voice sounded hoarse and her face was slightly pale.
The guard obeyed, his fingers trembling as the screen on the tablet returned to the Dunne mansion kitchen.
“Oh my God!” Fiona covered her mouth.
On the screen, Moira stood calmly. Orla struggled. The next second, Orla's hand was twisted. The angle was unnatural. A sharp, cruel cracking sound echoed.
"No! No!" Mrs. Evelyn took a step back. Her face grew paler and her body swayed. She rubbed her left chest and breathed heavily. "I think Moira rose from the grave."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Suspenseful. Full of fear.
Trystin, Fiona, and Olivian looked at each other. No one laughs. No one denies it.
"Continue," Trystin says softly, swallowing hard.
The recording shifts. The hall
