Chapter 5: The Forgotten Chapel
The next morning, Elias found himself standing before the abandoned chapel at the edge of town—the place where people had seen the silent figure watching.
The doors groaned as he pushed them open. Dust swirled in the dim morning light. The air smelled of decay and old wood. At the altar, something gleamed.
A locket.
He picked it up and pried it open. Inside was a faded photo of a girl.
Lillian Price.
The girl who disappeared fifteen years ago.
Elias turned the locket over, his fingers brushing against something carved into the back. Words, etched deep into the silver.
He sees.
A chill ran through him. He glanced around the chapel, his instincts flaring. Something wasn’t right.
Then he heard it.
A whisper. Low, unintelligible, curling through the air like smoke.
He turned sharply, his hand on his gun, but there was no one there. Only empty pews and crumbling walls. The whispering grew louder, coming from all around him.
And then the doors slammed shut.
The room plunged into darkness.
Elias cursed, pulling out his flashlight. The beam flickered as if struggling to stay lit. He took a step forward—and the whispering stopped.
Something breathed behind him.
He spun around, heart hammering, and for a fraction of a second, he saw it—a figure standing in the shadows, eyes like empty voids staring right at him.
Then, it was gone.
The flashlight flickered back to life. Elias exhaled, his grip on the locket tightening. He needed to get out of there. Now.
As he turned to leave, his foot brushed against something. Another locket, identical to the first.
And when he opened it, he found another name.
Emily Thornton.
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