Luna pushed open the door to her house, and a wave of cold air greeted her. The kind of cold that seeped into her skin, into her bones, into the very foundation of the home that no longer felt like one.
She stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The silence was deafening. It stretched across the dimly lit space like an invisible force, pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
This house had always been haunted, but now it felt unbearable.
Her parents had died years ago, leaving her and Lucas behind. And now Carla was gone too.
Carla.
The thought of her name sent a sharp, aching pain through Luna’s chest. It was suffocating.
She dropped her keys onto the small wooden table by the door, not caring when they slid off and clattered onto the floor. He
