Evil in the mansion

I still remember the day my grandmother passed away. It was a day that changed everything. My name is AvaLon, but everyone calls me Avy. I was very close to my grandmother, and her death was a devastating blow. As I sat in her living room, surrounded by my family, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. My grandmother had been complaining about chest pains and feeling cold, despite the warmth of the room. We all thought it was just her usual drama, but deep down, I knew something was off. My grandmother was a strong woman, always full of energy and life. She had this aura about her that commanded respect, and we all adored her for it. But on that fateful day, she seemed different. Her usual spark was gone, replaced by a frailty that scared me. As the day wore on, my grandmother's condition worsened. She clutched her chest, her face contorted in pain. We tried to call for help, but it was too late. She took one last breath, and then she was gone. The room fell silent, except for my screams. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My grandmother, the woman who had always been there for me, was gone. I felt lost, alone, and scared. As we mourned her death, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was not right. Little did I know, her passing would set off a chain of events that would change our lives forever. The days that followed were a blur. We made arrangements for her burial, and our family came together to pay their respects. But amidst all the chaos, I couldn't help but feel that something was off. My aunt, who had been pregnant, seemed to be in a hurry to leave. She kept glancing at her watch, and her eyes seemed to hold a mixture of sadness and fear. I didn't think much of it at the time, but looking back, I realize that it was the beginning of a nightmare that would haunt us for weeks to come. As we stood by her gravesite, I felt a chill run down my spine. It was as if something was watching us, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I tried to brush it off as mere paranoia, but the feeling lingered. The burial ceremony ended, and we all made our way back home. But as I looked back at the gravesite, I could have sworn I saw something move. It was a fleeting glimpse, but it was enough to send shivers down my spine. I tried to convince myself it was just my imagination, but deep down, I knew something was wrong. And as we walked away from the gravesite, I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were being watched, that something was waiting for us in the shadows.