Hope finished restoring the garden and stepped quietly into the old Victorian house. Faded wallpaper, dead plants, and dusty photos whispered of the past. She tiptoed into your room, finding you lying still—hands folded on your stomach, eyes closed. Cautiously, she leaned in to wake you, but before she could touch you, your eyes snapped open, cold and unblinking. Hope gasped and stumbled back, heart racing as she hit the floor.
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