Three-year-old girl asks to go to a cemetery, and when she arrives, she points at a grave. Life passed by slowly, peacefully, like an old oil painting. Ethan and Olivia lived in a small but cozy house with their six-year-old daughter, Lucy. She was their pride and joy, obedient, adorable, and always bringing laughter to the family.
But lately, Olivia couldn’t deny a strange change in her daughter. Lucy was no longer as carefree as before. She would often sit alone for hours, quietly scribbling on sheets of paper, mumbling things no one could understand. Once Olivia caught her daughter sitting by the window, her big round eyes staring intently into the distance as if waiting for someone.
My love, what are you looking at? Olivia sat down beside her, gently stroking her soft hair. Lucy turned to her, her innocent eyes carrying a hint of something unfamiliar. Mom, I want to go there. Go where? Olivia frowned. Lucy pointed toward the distant hills. The cemetery. A chill ran down Olivia’s spine. What cemetery? I don’t know. Lucy tilted her head, her voice soft but certain.
But I know the way there. Olivia shuddered. Who told you about that place? Lucy smiled a strange smile that made Olivia feel uneasy. No one. I just remember. That evening when Ethan came home after a long day working at the lumber mill, Olivia immediately told him what had happened. I’m worried, Ethan. Lucy has never said things like this before.
Ethan chuckled, pulling his wife into an embrace and gently patting her shoulder. Honey, kids have vivid imaginations. She’s probably been reading too many fairy tales. But it didn’t seem like she was imagining. She She was so certain. Olivia tightened her grip on the teacup in her hands.
Don’t you think it’s strange? Ethan sighed, kissing his wife’s forehead. Don’t overthink it. I’ll talk to Lucy. Okay. The next morning, as sunlight filtered through the window, Ethan sat beside Lucy and gently asked, “Sweetheart, can you tell Daddy why you want to go to the cemetery?” Lucy didn’t look up, just continued drawing on a blank sheet of paper. A figure of a man standing among gravestones.
“Because I have to go there.” “Did someone tell you to?” Lucy shook her head. No one. But I know I have to go. Ethan raised an eyebrow, suppressing the discomfort creeping into his chest. Do you know where this cemetery is? Lucy nodded, her gaze unwavering. Yes, it’s far, but I know the way. Ethan glanced at his daughter’s drawing. The man in the picture wore a long robe, standing among broken tombstones, his eyes hollow.
That evening, Olivia invited Anna, their friendly neighbor, over for dinner. Anna was a kind-hearted, middle-aged woman who always looked out for Ethan’s family. When she heard the story, she frowned, her expression serious. This is not normal, Olivia. Anna spoke in a low voice. Maybe Lucy is seeing something that we can’t.
What do you mean? Olivia asked, bewildered. Anna slowly put down her spoon. There are restless spirits, Olivia. Especially in places where death came too soon. Oh, come on, Anna. Don’t scare my wife. Ethan laughed, though the sound was forced. Anna looked at Ethan, her gaze solemn. I’m not trying to scare anyone.
If Lucy is really being led by someone or something, you need to be careful. Olivia gripped her husband’s hand tightly. What should we do? Anna thought for a moment. For now, just watch her closely. If she keeps mentioning the cemetery, try asking more questions. There might be a reason she’s so fixated on it.
After dinner, when Anna had gone home, Ethan and Olivia tucked Lucy into bed. But just as they were about to leave her room, Lucy spoke. Mom. Dad. Ethan turned back. What is it, sweetheart? Lucy looked at them, her expression strangely calm. He’s coming soon. Olivia shuddered. Who, baby? Lucy didn’t answer immediately.
She tilted her head slightly, as if listening to a voice only she could hear. Then, in a whisper as soft as the wind, she said, “Mr. Anthony.” Ethan woke up in the middle of the night. Something was wrong. The house was eerily silent. He sat up, stepped out of the room, and looked down the hallway. Lucy’s door was slightly a jar.
A sense of unease rose in his chest. Slowly, Ethan walked toward it. Lucy was sitting on her bed, her wide eyes fixed on the window. A sudden chill ran through him. Outside, in the dim darkness, a shadowy figure stood still. Ethan rushed forward, yanked the curtains open. But outside, there was nothing. Only the wind and the night. Lucy, what did you see? The little girl turned to him, her dark eyes deep and unreadable, her voice soft yet echoing like a distant whisper.
He was standing there. He was looking at me. And he called me Isabelle. Ethan felt the blood in his veins turn to ice. His whole life he had never believed in the supernatural. But right now, as he stared into his daughter’s eyes, a primal fear crept into his mind. Because just as he shut the window, a faint chilling laughter drifted in on the night wind.
Darkness settled over the village like a thick shroud, swallowing everything in an eerie stillness. Only the soft rustling of the wind outside the window could be heard like someone whispering in the night. Olivia lay in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. A relentless unease nod at her. She turned to Ethan. He was asleep, his breathing steady, but his face was tense. Clearly, what had happened with Lucy had shaken him.
But Ethan was a rational man. He didn’t want to believe in the supernatural. He wanted to explain everything with logic, with reason. But what reason was there? How could a six-year-old child know the name Mr. Anthony? Olivia shuddered. And then a scream rang out. Sharp. Terrified. Lucy’s scream. Olivia bolted upright, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
She leaped out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold wooden floor as she raced down the hall. Lucy’s door was wide open. And Lucy, she was sitting up in bed, her eyes wide, her face ghostly pale, her whole body trembled. Ethan burst into the room, his voice frantic. “Lucy, what happened?” Lucy gasped for breath, clutching her blanket so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She stared toward the window.
Then, in a voice so small it was almost a whisper, she trembled and said, “He was standing there looking at me.” Olivia froze. Ethan immediately stroed to the window, yanking the curtains open. Outside, there was only darkness and the trees swaying in the wind. There’s no one there, Lucy. He tried to reassure her, but his voice wavered slightly.
You just had a bad dream, sweetheart. Lucy shook her head. It wasn’t a dream, Daddy. He was there, and he called me Isabelle. A chill ran down Olivia’s spine. She knelt beside her daughter, holding her tightly. “Sweetheart, tell me, what did you see?” Lucy blinked, her lips trembling. He was wearing a long black robe. His face was pale. His eyes had no pupils.
Olivia felt her entire body freeze. Lucy gasped for breath. Her voice barely more than a whisper carried on the wind. He said, “It’s time.” Ethan clenched his jaw, trying to stay calm. “Lucy, listen to me. There was no one out there. No one can call you. It’s just your imagination, my love. Lucy turned to look at Ethan, her eyes innocent, yet strangely distant.
“It’s not my imagination, Daddy. I heard him clearly. It was like he was standing right next to my bed.” Olivia shuddered, tightening her embrace around Lucy. She could feel her daughter’s rapid breathing, her tiny heartbeat pounding wildly like a frightened bird caught in a storm. “Daddy, don’t you believe me?” Lucy whispered.
Ethan took a deep breath, running his hand through her hair, his voice dry. I believe you, sweetheart. But I won’t let anyone hurt you. No one can come near you. Lucy was silent for a long time. Then she turned her face toward the window and whispered, “But he’s still standing there.” The next morning, the atmosphere in the house was heavy and suffocating.
Olivia had barely slept, and even though Ethan tried to act normal, he couldn’t hide the tension in his face. Anna came to visit again. The moment she stepped inside, she frowned. “The air in this house feels heavy,” she muttered. Olivia pulled her into the kitchen, telling her everything that had happened during the night. “When she finished, Anna’s face was pale.
” Listen to me, Olivia,” she said, her voice grave. “I’ve lived in this village for over 40 years. I’ve heard many stories, but never never have I heard of a child being called by a spirit like this.” Olivia gripped Anna’s hand. “Do you think it’s really a spirit?” Anna hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Have you ever heard the name Mr.
Anthony?” Anna flinched, her eyes widening. The child said that name. Olivia swallowed hard and nodded. Anna squeezed Olivia’s hand tightly, her voice dropping to a whisper as if afraid someone might overhear. Olivia, that name should never be spoken. But you know who he is, don’t you? Anna glanced toward the window, her gaze distant.
For a long time, she was silent. Then in a hushed voice, she said, “More than a hundred years ago, there was a man named Mr. Anthony who lived in this village. He was a wealthy nobleman, but also a cruel one. People say he did things that could never be forgiven.” “What things?” Olivia’s grip tightened.
Anna looked at her, her eyes heavy with something unreadable. He used to kidnap young girls, and they were never seen again. Olivia felt her chest tighten. They say one of those girls was named Isabelle Parker. A shiver ran down Olivia’s spine. Anna continued in a whisper and in the end the villagers discovered the truth. He was executed. But there was a curse.
What curse? Anna clasped her hands together tightly. Before he died, he swore that he would never leave and that the souls who were reborn would always belong to him. Olivia’s heartbeat pounded wildly in her ears. Anna looked straight into her eyes.
If Lucy really is Isabelle reborn, then he may have come back to claim her. Olivia couldn’t breathe. She remembered last night he had been standing there. He had called for her child, and he had said, “It’s time.” Olivia’s hands trembled. Outside the window, the wind howled, rustling the dry leaves. But in Olivia’s ears, she heard a faint, eerie laughter. Not Anna’s, not Ethan’s, but someone else’s, someone who was waiting.
Everything changed after that night. The atmosphere inside Ethan and Olivia’s small house grew oppressively heavy. Though no one spoke of it, they could all feel an invisible presence, something unseen watching them. Olivia felt uneasy every time she walked down the hallway, as if unseen eyes were following her.
Ethan, though he continued to dismiss everything, had started to sleep restlessly. But the most terrifying change was in Lucy. She was no longer the carefree child she once was. Lucy became more withdrawn, quieter. Sometimes she would sit for hours on the floor, her gaze distant and unblinking.
And when Olivia or Ethan called her, it would take a few seconds for her to respond as if her mind was drifting somewhere else, somewhere that did not belong to this world. One late afternoon, Olivia was preparing dinner when she heard a soft rustling sound from the living room. She glanced over. Lucy was sitting on the rug, holding a pencil, drawing on a blank sheet of paper. Olivia exhaled in relief.
At least she was doing something normal for a child. But as she stepped closer, her chest suddenly tightened. Lucy wasn’t drawing flowers. She wasn’t drawing their little dog, Paco. She wasn’t drawing their family like she usually did. She was drawing a cemetery. And in the middle of the page was a single grave with a name scrolled across it. “Isabelle Parker.
” A cold chill spread through Olivia’s body. “Lucy,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “What are you drawing?” Lucy looked up, her dark eyes staring at her mother. A picture? But you’ve never been to this place, have you? Lucy tilted her head as if Olivia’s question was too naive. I remember it. A shiver ran down Olivia’s spine. She stared at the drawing.
In the bottom right corner of the page, Lucy had drawn a shadowy figure standing silently. Its eyes were hollow, its face ghostly. be pale. Olivia swallowed hard. And this person, who is he? Lucy blinked. Then, in a voice so soft it was nearly a whisper, she answered, “Mr. Anthony.” That night, Ethan felt his throat go dry as he stood in the bathroom, staring into the mirror.
His reflection stared back at him, but something was off. It was as if something was standing right behind him. Ethan spun around immediately. Nothing, just an empty wall. He took a deep breath and turned back to the mirror. This time, his heart nearly burst out of his chest. The bathroom door behind him was slowly creaking open.
But the most terrifying part, there was no one there, only darkness. A deep hollow darkness as if it were trying to swallow everything whole. A cold sweat broke across Ethan’s skin. He quickly shut the door, telling himself it was just his imagination. But just as he turned to leave. Bang. The bathroom door suddenly slammed open, hitting the wall with a force that made Ethan jump.
A cold wind heavy with the scent of damp decay seeped out from within. And at that moment, he heard footsteps. Footsteps right behind him. But when Ethan turned around, there was no one there. The next morning, Olivia discovered scratches on Lucy’s arm. Red marks stretching from her wrist all the way up to her elbow.
Olivia gasped, grabbing her daughter’s arm. “Lucy, who hurt you?” Lucy blinked, her voice disturbingly calm. No one. Then where did these come from? The little girl was silent for a long moment. Then she whispered. At night, he holds me. Olivia felt her stomach twist into knots.
She immediately ran to find Ethan, only to find that he was dealing with something just as horrifying. Olivia. Ethan’s voice was low, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Olivia followed his gaze and froze. In the middle of the living room on the wooden floor was a trail of wet footprints leading from the window straight into Lucy’s bedroom.
Anna arrived soon after. The moment she saw the footprints, she went pale. Do you believe us now? Ethan nearly shouted. Do you still think this is all in our heads? Anna didn’t answer. She slowly stepped forward, kneeling to examine the footprints. Then she inhaled deeply, her voice trembling.
These footprints do not belong to the living. Ethan and Olivia exchanged a look. Anna continued, her voice barely more than a breath. The dead cast no shadows, and their footprints never dry. Right then, bang! A deafening crash erupted from Lucy’s room. Olivia screamed, sprinting toward her daughter’s door. The door slammed shut right in front of her.
“Lucy, open the door.” Olivia pounded on it, tears spilling down her face. “No answer, but from inside, a whisper. It’s time.” Olivia’s breath hitched. that voice. It wasn’t Lucy’s. Ethan rushed forward, throwing his full weight against the door. With a forceful kick, the door burst open. Inside, Lucy was still sitting on her bed.
She was smiling, but her eyes empty. And on the wall, scrolled in a dark, viscous liquid, was a message. Isabelle, I have found you. No one in the house slept that night. Olivia sat beside Lucy, her eyes wide, watching her daughter. Lucy was fast asleep, her breathing steady, but the healthy pink in her cheeks was gone.
She looked pale, almost ghostly. Olivia gently brushed her hand over Lucy’s forehead, her heart clenching as she remembered the words on the wall. That name haunted her like a curse. Ethan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his face tense. He had never been one to believe in ghosts or spirits, but after everything that had happened. He could no longer deny it.
Olivia finally spoke, her voice from exhaustion. We can’t let this continue. Ethan took a deep breath. What do you mean? Lucy knows too much about Isabelle Parker. too much for a six-year-old child. She even mentioned Mr. Anthony, a name Anna said should never be spoken.
Olivia paused, her eyes brimming with tears. Ethan, if we don’t do something, he’s going to take her. Ethan gripped his wife’s hand tightly. He didn’t want to believe it, but there was no logical explanation for these strange events anymore. Anna spoke up, her voice grave. There is only one way. Take Lucy to the cemetery. Ethan frowned.
You want us to do what? Take our daughter to some abandoned graveyard in the middle of the night just because of things that aren’t real. Anna locked eyes with him. If it’s not real, then why did he leave footprints in your house? Why does Lucy have scratches on her arms? Why did her bedroom door slam shut on its own? And why was Isabelle’s name written on the wall? Ethan had no answer. Olivia squeezed his hand. You know she’s right.
Ethan closed his eyes, clenching his fists. He hated admitting this, but now there was no other choice. He exhaled sharply. We’re going. That night, under the pale glow of the moon, they left the house. Lucy sat silently in the middle seat.
She no longer laughed, no longer called for her mother, no longer reached out for her father’s embrace. She simply sat there, her wide eyes staring out the window. Anna sat in the front seat, gripping a rosary tightly in her hands, whispering prayers under her breath. Olivia turned to her daughter. “Lucy, are you sure you know the way to the cemetery?” Lucy nodded. “I know.
” The car moved through the village’s old cobblestone streets, past empty fields stretching into the darkness. The night air was bitterly cold, thick with dampness. Slowly, the paved road disappeared, giving way to a rough dirt path. On either side, withered trees stood like skeletal hands clawing at the night sky. Suddenly, Lucy spoke.
“We’re here.” Ethan slammed on the brakes. Before them lay an old cemetery. A rusted iron gate stood at its entrance, and tombstones covered in moss and ivy stretched beyond it. The air was heavy, eerie, silent, except for the wind whistling through the bare branches. Olivia swallowed hard, turning to her daughter.
“Are you sure, Lucy?” Lucy said nothing. She simply opened the car door and stepped out. Olivia and Ethan rushed to follow her. Lucy’s small footsteps led them deeper into the cemetery, past rows of ancient graves. The sensation of being watched sent chills down Olivia’s spine. Then Lucy stopped in front of a single grave.
A cracked weathered tombstone stood before them. Its handcarved inscription faded with time. Isabel Parker died in 1823. Olivia suddenly felt the ground beneath her feet turn ice cold. Ethan stared at the gravestone, feeling as if his entire body had frozen. Lucy knelt down, reaching out to touch the stone.
Her small fingers traced over the carved letters as if they were something familiar. Then she lifted her head, her wide eyes unblinking. “He’s coming!” The wind howled. Tree branches rattled violently. dry leaves swirling into the air like a vortex. Anna stepped back, clutching the rosary tightly in her hands. Dear God, this can’t be happening. Ethan pulled Olivia into his arms, shielding her.
Lucy, step back. But Lucy didn’t move. She kept staring into the darkness ahead, her gaze empty. Something was coming. From the shadows, a figure emerged through the mist. A tall looming silhouette, a long black robe draping to the ground, a pale face with eyes devoid of pupils. He smiled. Mr. Anthony. Anna screamed. Olivia clung to Lucy.
Ethan stumbled backward, but they couldn’t run. The air grew so thick it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their throats, suffocating them. Mr. Anthony spoke, his voice low and drawn out, a whisper from beyond the grave. At last, my Isabelle has returned. Olivia sobbed, holding Lucy tightly.
No, don’t touch my daughter. Ethan stepped in front of them, his eyes burning with rage. You have no claim over her. Mr. Anthony chuckled softly. No claim. The shadows rushed forward. Darkness thickened like an inescapable fog, swallowing the cemetery hole. The air turned frigid, heavy as if it could solidify at any moment.
Olivia clutched Lucy, feeling the small body in her arms trembling violently. But the most terrifying thing was the voice that came from Lucy’s lips. It wasn’t hers. It was the voice of a grown woman. You swore you would never let me go. The words echoed through the night, an ancient sound, as if it didn’t belong to this world. Mr.
Anthony stood mere steps away. His long black robes swayed in the wind. His pale, almost translucent face remained eerily calm, his hollow black eyes locked onto Lucy. A slow, chilling smile spread across his lips. “Be good, Isabelle,” he whispered, his voice stretching like an ancient curse.
This time I will not let anyone take you from me. Olivia screamed, pulling Lucy closer. No, don’t touch my daughter. Ethan stepped forward, shielding them. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his voice shaking with both rage and fear. You have no right to her. Lucy is not Isabelle. She’s just a child. Mr.
Anthony tilted his head, staring at Ethan with those empty, soulless eyes. You are mistaken. He raised his hand. The wind howled louder. The ground trembled beneath them. Gravestones rattled, cracking with eerie snaps and groans. The air thickened, suffocating as if unseen eyes were watching from every direction. Lucy gasped, her eyes widening as her entire body went rigid. Ethan grabbed her, shaking her.
Lucy, look at me. Don’t listen to him. But Lucy didn’t respond. Her tiny lips parted and she whispered. It’s time. Olivia sobbed. No, don’t say those words. Anna, still clutching the rosary tightly in her hands, suddenly dropped to her knees. Her voice trembled as she recited a desperate prayer.
Merciful God, please save this child’s soul. Please cast out the darkness. Mr. Anthony chuckled softly. Do you think those prayers can protect her? He clenched his hand into a fist. The wind roared louder. Shadows began to emerge around them. From beneath the earth, skeletal hands clawed their way up from the old grave’s bony fingers, thin and sharp like talons, creeping toward them. Olivia screamed.
Ethan spun around, grabbing his wife, “Run!” But Olivia couldn’t move. Icy hands had wrapped around her ankles. She struggled, feeling the skeletal fingers tightening their grip, pulling her down. Ethan dropped to his knees, using all his strength to yank her free. The force sent them both tumbling onto the ground, gasping for breath. Lucy remained still.
Olivia turned to her daughter, panic-stricken. Lucy, run. Don’t just stand there. But Lucy didn’t move. She was floating. Ethan’s eyes widened, his heart stopping midbeat. Oh my god. Lucy was rising into the air as if an invisible force was pulling her toward Mr. Anthony. Anna screamed, “Grab her.” Ethan lunged forward, grabbing hold of Lucy’s arm. But the moment he touched her, an overwhelming force blasted him backward.
He crashed onto the ground, his head slamming against the dirt. A sharp pain seared through his body as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Olivia sobbed, crawling toward her daughter. Lucy, don’t go. Please. But Lucy no longer heard her mother. Her eyes were closed, her lips murmuring words in an ancient, unrecognizable language. Mr.
Anthony stretched out his hand. “Come now, my Isabel.” Lucy’s body continued to rise higher. Olivia shot up, lunging forward. She threw her arms around her daughter, yanking her back toward her. Lucy’s eyes snapped open. They were no longer the eyes of a six-year-old. They were black, empty. Olivia felt ice crawl down her spine. Lucy smiled.
But it was not her daughter’s smile. No one can save me. Olivia’s tears fell as she held on to her child with all her strength. Lucy, you have to fight him. Don’t let him take you. Lucy blinked for the briefest moment. A flicker of hesitation appeared in those soulless eyes. Just a fraction of a second, but it was enough for Mr. Anthony to frown. You’re still resisting.
Olivia grasped her daughter’s face, forcing her to look directly into her eyes. Lucy, you are my daughter. No one can take you away. Remember, my love. Remember who you are. Lucy blinked again. Her dark eyes wavered. He Her voice no longer sounded like Isabelle’s. He wants to take me. Ethan, despite his pain, crawled toward them, his voice desperate.
Lucy, don’t let him take you. You are Lucy. You are not Isabelle. Lucy trembled. A small flicker of light ignited in her eyes. Mr. Anthony roared in fury. He raised both hands and a monstrous black wind howled through the graveyard. Olivia clung to Lucy, screaming. The wind ripped through the air, kicking up dirt and shaking the ground.
Gravestones cracked and splintered. And just as Mr. Anthony was about to strike the final blow. A blinding light erupted. Brilliant, dazzling. It swallowed everything in radiant white. Olivia heard a voice. A woman’s voice, gentle, yet filled with undeniable power. You have no power over me anymore. Mr. Anthony shrieked. And then the darkness began to shatter. His agonized screams pierced the night.
The radiant light flooded the cemetery, pushing the shadows back. Olivia felt an unseen force pulling her away, but she refused to let go of Lucy. Lucy trembled, her wide eyes reflecting the strange glow now spreading through the air. Ethan, still dazed and wounded, dragged himself closer, reaching for Olivia’s hand.
“What? What is happening?” He gasped, his voice raw. Anna, still kneeling on the ground, her eyes wide with horror, whispered frantic prayers under her breath. Her hands trembled violently. The blinding light enveloped Isabelle Parker’s grave, making the carved letters blaze like they had been etched in fire.
Lucy lifted her head, her tiny lips parting as if she were speaking to someone, a spirit unseen. Even as the light pushed him back, Mr. Anthony still had not vanished. He roared, his clawed hand raised, fighting against the force that was consuming him. “You cannot escape me, Isabelle. I cursed you. You will always belong to me.” Olivia’s blood ran cold.
Ethan clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “Lucy is not Isabelle. Leave my daughter alone.” Mr. Anony’s hollow eyes burned with rage. You think you can change fate. His words echoed through the air filled with some unseen power. And then Lucy began to speak. But it was not her voice. It was the voice of a grown woman. He took me, imprisoned me.
I begged for help, but no one heard me. Olivia froze. Ethan’s heart nearly stopped. Lucy continued, her voice distant, as if carried from another world. My name is Isabelle Parker. I once lived in this village. I was the daughter of a poor family, but I loved someone, someone I should not have loved. Olivia’s chest tightened. Lucy closed her eyes, speaking as if recalling a memory that did not belong to her. Mr. Anthony.
He wanted me, but I refused because I loved another. Ethan gripped Olivia’s hand tightly, his entire body tense. Mr. Anthony let out a furious roar. Silence. You have no right to speak. But Lucy did not stop. She opened her eyes. Those deep, dark eyes reflected the flames of hatred that had burned for hundreds of years. He locked me away.
He killed me. He cursed me. He swore I would never be free. Ethan clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles achd. Olivia struggled to breathe, tears streaming down her face, falling onto Lucy’s cheeks. “Lucy, my love, you are not Isabelle. You have to wake up.” But Lucy did not hear her mother. She continued to recall as if being dragged into an endless spiral of memories.
I begged, but no one came for me. I died alone in the darkness. Mr. Anthony chuckled softly. And now you are mine once again. Olivia screamed, clutching Lucy tighter. No, my daughter belongs to no one. Ethan, his face twisted with fury, lunged at Mr. Anthony.
But the moment he made contact, a violent force threw him across the graveyard. He crashed onto the ground, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. “Ethan!” Olivia shrieked. Ethan gasped for air, struggling to lift himself up. Mr. Anthony turned his hollow gaze on Olivia, his wicked smile stretching wider. “Let me take back what is mine.
He reached out, his fingers mere inches from Lucy’s face. But at that very moment, a piercing cry shattered the night. Not Olivia’s, not Anna’s, Lucy’s. She suddenly burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Her eyes, they were normal again. Mommy, Daddy, I’m scared. Olivia choked on a sob, crushing Lucy against her chest. It’s okay, my love.
Mommy’s here. Mr. Anony’s eyes widened in shock. No, this cannot be. You cannot leave me. But Lucy was awake. She was no longer Isabelle. Ethan blinked in disbelief. Anna, though still trembling, looked up in astonishment. And in that moment, a new voice rang through the air. Soft but filled with absolute power.
It is time to end this, Anthony. Mr. Anthony froze. Slowly, he turned his head and standing before him. A woman’s figure emerged from the radiant light. Long flowing hair, a white dress billowing in the wind. Isabelle Parker. Olivia gasped. Ethan couldn’t believe his eyes. Anna suddenly dropped to her knees, whispering prayers under her breath. Mr. Anthony went mad.
No, you cannot defeat me. Isabelle stared straight at him, her gaze cold and sharp. It’s over, Anthony. He let out a scream and lunged at her. But just as his hand was about to reach Isabelle, she raised her hand. A blinding light exploded. Mr. Anthony screamed, his body beginning to disintegrate.
He thrashed, desperately trying to cling to anything, but the light consumed him. And then he was gone. Nothing remained but silence. Olivia burst into tears. Ethan clenched his fists. his eyes glistening. Lucy, though still trembling, let out a small laugh, as if a long, dreadful nightmare had finally ended. Isabelle looked at them one last time. Then she smiled.
Another burst of dazzling light appeared, and when it faded, Isabelle was gone. Only the radiant moon remained, casting its glow over the silent graveyard. The graveyard was engulfed in stillness. Mr. Anthony had vanished, but no one dared to move. The wind continued to blow, carrying a chilling cold. The old weathered gravestones stood lonely under the moonlight as if they had borne witness to a tragedy spanning centuries.
Lucy was still trembling in Olivia’s arms. Ethan braced himself against the ground, taking a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His whole body achd from the fall, but that was nothing compared to the horror they had just endured. Anna knelt down, clutching her rosary tightly, her lips murmuring prayers.
Olivia gently lifted her daughter’s chin, her eyes filled with tears. “Lucy, can you hear me?” Lucy blinked. She looked up at Olivia, her round eyes no longer empty as before. “Mom!” her voice quivered. Olivia broke down in sobs. Ethan stepped closer, pulling both mother and daughter into a tight embrace. “We did it!” Anna whispered, her eyes brimming with emotion.
But at that moment, “Boom!” The ground trembled violently. Ethan jumped up, his eyes widening. Olivia clutched Lucy tightly, whipping her head around in alarm. “What’s happening?” Anna held her breath. The earth began to crack. Fissures spread like a spider’s web running through the graveyard. Darkness seeped up from the depths of the earth.
Anna staggered to her feet, her hands trembling. No, this can’t be. A chilling laugh echoed through the air. A voice rang out, reverberating across the night. Did you think it was over? Olivia froze. Ethan clenched his fists, turning to face Isabelle’s grave. From the earth, another shadow emerged. Mr.
Anthony, but this time he was no longer human. He had become something far more terrifying. His skin was black as coal, his eyes deep and hollow like the pits of hell. His nails were long and razor sharp, like the claws of a demon. He was no longer a mere spirit. He was something ancient, something evil, a creature born from eternal darkness.
Anna stepped back, gripping her rosary so tightly that her fingers turned white. “Oh Lord,” she whispered. “He is no longer a spirit. He has become an entity of darkness.” Ethan immediately stepped in front of Olivia and Lucy, his fists clenched, his entire body tense. Get away, you demon. He roared. Mr. Anthony let out a low chuckle.
It’s too late. He raised his hand. The sky darkened. A powerful wind swept through the graveyard, carrying an icy chill. Ghostly hands emerged from the ground. But this time, they were not just mere spirits. They were living entities, grotesque creatures with hollow eyes and twisted bodies.
They stepped out of the graveyard as if they had slumbered for centuries, now summoned by Mr. Anthony. Olivia screamed, clutching Lucy tightly. Ethan lunged forward, but just as he took a step, one of the creatures grabbed him. “Ethan!” Olivia shrieked, but Ethan could no longer move. The bony hands of the creature tightened around his throat, dragging him down to the ground.
Ethan struggled, trying to break free, but an invisible force pressed down on him, rendering him immobile. Anna was also pulled to the ground. Olivia, panic-stricken, held Lucy even tighter. Mr. Anthony stepped closer. He reached out toward Lucy. This time, no one can stop me. His blackened hand was about to touch Lucy. But in that very moment, boom.
A burst of white light erupted from within Lucy. Just like before, but this time it was stronger. It tore through the darkness, forcing Mr. Anthony back. He screamed in rage. No, this can’t be. Even in her panic, Olivia saw something strange. The light wasn’t just radiating from Lucy. It was also coming from Isabelle Parker’s grave.
Anna gasped. Oh Lord, Isabelle hasn’t disappeared completely. Ethan, still struggling against the creatures, lifted his gaze, and within the brilliant white light. Another figure emerged. Long hair, piercing eyes. It was Isabelle Parker, but this time she was no longer a weak spirit trapped in the past. She was something far more powerful. Mr. Anthony glared at her.
You, he growled. “No, this can’t be. You were supposed to be gone.” Isabelle stepped closer, the light radiating from her body brighter than ever. She looked straight into Mr. Anony’s eyes, her voice cold and unwavering. You were wrong, Anthony. She raised her hand. A surge of immense light erupted. A powerful wind swept through, causing the sky to crack. Mr.
Anthony screamed in agony. The monstrous creature shrieked, then crumbled into ashes. Anna, Ethan, and Olivia held their breath, unable to believe what they were witnessing. Mr. Anthony was consumed by the light and then he vanished. Nothing remained but absolute silence. Ethan gasped for breath, feeling his body finally freed from the darkness.
Olivia clutched Lucy tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. This time they were truly saved. The graveyard still carried the lingering echoes of battle. But the sky was now clear, no longer shrouded by dark clouds. A gentle breeze passed through, carrying a sense of relief, something Olivia, Ethan, and Anna hadn’t felt in a long time.
Lucy still clung tightly to her mother, her small body trembling from fear. Ethan slowly looked up, still unable to believe that it was truly over. But was it really over? Anna was the first to speak, her voice still shaky. We were still alive. Ethan took a deep breath and turned to his wife and daughter.
Olivia, are you okay? Olivia nodded, holding Lucy even tighter. I’m fine, but she Lucy blinked, her voice soft and fragile. Mom. Dad. Ethan dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around his daughter. My love, are you all right? Lucy buried her face in his shoulder, tears rolling down her cheeks. I was so scared. Olivia stroked her daughter’s back, whispering in her ear. It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re safe now.
But at that moment, a strange wind blew through. Ethan tensed immediately. Anna froze. Olivia tightened her hold on Lucy, feeling a peculiar chill brush against her neck. Everyone turned at once. Isabelle’s grave was still glowing. But this time, another figure appeared. Not Mr. Anthony, but Isabelle Parker.
Olivia held her breath. Isabelle’s spirit stood there, no longer faint or tormented as before. She smiled gently, her eyes soft as she gazed at Lucy. Thank you, Lucy. Lucy blinked, looking confused. Olivia, Ethan. Isabelle turned to them, her voice ringing like the chime of a wind bell. Because of your love and courage, I have finally been set free.
Anna clutched her rosary tightly, her eyes brimming with tears. At last, at last, the girl is free. Ethan was still too overwhelmed by everything that was happening. He took a deep breath and looked straight at Isabelle. “So, is it really over?” Isabelle nodded. But then, she turned to look at her own gravestone, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. “No.
” Olivia gripped her husband’s hand tightly, feeling her heart clench. Isabelle continued, her voice still gentle, but this time there was a weight of seriousness in it. Mr. Anthony has been destroyed, but the curse he left behind has not completely disappeared. Ethan frowned. What do you mean? Isabelle looked down at Lucy and bowed her head slightly. He marked her.
Olivia froze. Ethan felt a cold chill rush through his body. What? Anna took a deep breath, quickly kneeling down and taking Lucy’s hand. Her fingers went stiff and then her voice trembled with horror. Oh Lord, there really is a mark. Olivia felt her head spin.
Ethan immediately grabbed his daughter’s hand, pulling up her sleeve. And at that moment, he saw it. A faint black mark on Lucy’s wrist. Small like a symbol etched into her skin. Olivia broke into sobs, hugging her daughter tightly. No. No. This can’t be. The curse was supposed to be over. Isabelle looked at Olivia and gently shook her head. No one can completely break his curse unless she hesitated.
Ethan grabbed her shoulders, his eyes filled with desperation. Unless what? Tell us. What do we have to do to save our daughter? Isabelle looked down at her own grave, taking a deep breath. We must return what was taken. Anna’s eyes widened. What do you mean? Isabelle turned to Anna, then looked directly at Olivia and Ethan.
I must perform the final ritual to reclaim my soul from the hands of darkness. Olivia trembled, holding Lucy even closer. Will, will it be dangerous? Isabelle met her gaze. If done correctly, everything will be over forever. Ethan took a deep breath and squeezed his wife’s hand. And if we fail, Isabelle frowned, a shadow of worry flickering in her eyes. If we fail, then the darkness will return.
For a long moment, no one spoke. The wind blew again, carrying a chilling breeze. Olivia tightened her hold on Lucy, feeling her daughter’s tiny heartbeat racing against her chest. Ethan looked at his wife, at his daughter. Then he took a deep breath. We’ll do it. Anna’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest.
She knew this was the only way. Isabelle smiled, the light around her softening. “Then let us begin.” Olivia held Lucy close. Ethan stood protectively beside them. Anna knelt down, placing her hands on the ground. Isabelle raised both hands and began to whisper ancient incantations.
The ground trembled lightly, and the air around them started to shift. A circle of light formed, surrounding Isabelle’s gravestone. Olivia took a deep breath, pulling her daughter even closer. Ethan clenched his fists, and then a surge of light erupted. Everything was engulfed in brilliant white radiance. The light flared intensely, enveloping the entire graveyard.
Olivia felt an immense surge of energy rising all around her as if the entire universe was trembling. She clutched Lucy tightly, feeling the faint rise and fall of her daughter’s breath against her shoulder. Ethan stood right beside them, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had no idea what would happen next, but he knew there was no turning back.
Anna remained kneeling, her hands pressed firmly against the ground, whispering prayers under her breath. And Isabelle, she stood at the center of the glowing circle, her arms raised, her gaze unwavering. She began to speak ancient words, her voice echoing through the air. From darkness, I was born. To the light, I shall return.
Oh spirit that has been bound, return to where you belong. The moment those words were spoken, the ground trembled violently, Olivia gasped, holding Lucy even tighter. What’s happening? Ethan took a step forward, shielding his wife and daughter. Anna’s eyes widened, her hands trembling. Something is trying to stop the ritual. But Isabel did not falter. With my blood, with my soul, break the chains of eternal darkness.
Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from the earth. Olivia felt her entire body shutter. Ethan immediately turned, looking down at the ground. The cracks on the earth widened, and from within, a pitch black hand reached up. Ethan shouted, pulling Olivia back. Lucy screamed, terror filling her wide eyes.
Anna struggled to keep her balance, but she could feel an invisible force dragging them all downward. Isabelle did not waver. She looked straight into the darkness, her voice growing even stronger. Oh, cursed ones, return to where you belong. Immediately, the darkness howled. Mr.
Anthony appeared one final time, but this time he was no longer human. He had become something unnameable. A massive shadow, its eyes as deep as an abyss, its mouth gaping wide as it unleashed a horrifying, endless scream. Olivia stood frozen. Ethan instantly moved in front of his wife and daughter, his fists clenched. “No, he hasn’t disappeared yet.” Anna cried, her voice filled with horror. Mr.
Anthony roared. There is still a part of him left. Isabelle stepped back slightly, her expression sharp. He cannot be destroyed until the curse is completely erased. Olivia held her breath, looking down at Lucy. The mark on her wrist was still there. Ethan realized it immediately. We haven’t finished the ritual. Isabelle nodded, but her expression darkened.
“We only have one way left.” Olivia felt her heart tightened. “What way?” Isabelle took a deep breath, the light around her growing even stronger. “I must erase the mark myself. But that means I will disappear forever.” Anna inhaled sharply. “But if you disappear, then your soul will be lost.” Isabelle turned to Anna, smiling gently.
I have existed for too long already. She stepped toward Lucy, kneeling down softly, looking into the little girl’s eyes. Lucy stared back at Isabelle, still fearful, but slowly growing calmer. I was once like you, and now I give you your freedom. Isabelle lifted her hand and placed it over Lucy’s wrist. A powerful light burst forth.
Lucy shuddered, her entire body glowing brilliantly. Olivia sobbed, gripping her daughter’s hand tightly. “Lucy?” Ethan gritted his teeth, looking at Isabelle. “Are you sure about this?” Isabelle nodded. “Thank you for giving me a second chance. But now it’s time for me to go.
” The darkness began to spiral as if it was being sucked into an invisible vortex. “Mr. Anthony screamed, but this time, he could not resist. He was pulled into the darkness, completely consumed. Olivia held Lucy close, her tears falling uncontrollably. Ethan stood beside his wife and daughter, his eyes wet with emotion. Isabelle smiled one last time, looking at them with warmth in her gaze.
Now live happily. And then she vanished into the light. The darkness was gone. Nothing remained but absolute silence. Olivia broke down, holding her daughter tightly. Lucy opened her eyes. Her eyes were back to normal. The mark on her wrist was gone. Anna whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. The curse has been broken. Ethan clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
They had done it. Olivia looked up at the sky. The moon was bright once more. The wind had calmed. Everything had truly come to an end. The graveyard was silent. No more screams. No more looming darkness. Only the gentle glow of the moon casting its soft light over the old gravestones. The wind no longer howled.
It had become a gentle breeze, carrying the cool, fresh breath of the earth and sky. Olivia held Lucy tightly, her eyes still filled with tears, but this time they were not tears of fear. Ethan knelt beside them, his hands trembling as he lightly touched his daughter’s shoulder.
“Lucy, are you okay?” His voice was thick with worry. Lucy blinked, then looked up, her clear eyes reflecting the moonlight. Daddy. Ethan let out a tearful laugh and pulled his daughter into his arms. Oh, my sweet girl, you’re safe now. Olivia wrapped her arms around them both, her body shaking with emotion.
Anna remained kneeling, her hands gripping her rosary tightly as she gazed up at the sky, whispering one final prayer. “We did it,” she murmured, her voice breaking with emotion. Ethan looked up, glancing around. The graveyard no longer felt haunted. It was just a quiet, peaceful place now, filled with a strange sense of tranquility. But just as he was about to stand, a soft breeze passed through.
Dry petals lifted into the air, swirling gently, and right in front of Isabelle Parker’s grave. A white rose bloomed. Olivia inhaled sharply, her eyes widening. Anna noticed it too, her lips moving soundlessly. This is a sign of peace. Ethan slowly stood and stepped toward the gravestone.
He knelt, reaching out to touch the white rose. Its petals were as soft as silk, carrying a warmth that felt almost otherworldly. As if Isabelle had left one final farewell. She’s finally free, Olivia whispered, her voice filled with emotion. Anna nodded. “And so are we.” Lucy gently squeezed her mother’s hand and whispered, “Mom, I don’t hear him anymore.
” Olivia smiled through her tears, running her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “That’s because he’s gone forever, sweetheart.” Ethan let out a deep breath and wrapped his arms around his wife and daughter. Let’s go home. One month later, spring had returned to the small village.
The once withered branches in the garden began to sprout new buds, and flowers bloomed under the warm sunlight. The damp, chilling air of those haunting winter days had completely vanished, replaced by a sense of renewal and vibrant life. Olivia sat on the porch, watching Lucy play with Paco, the family’s small dog. The little girl giggled, her bright eyes sparkling with joy.
No longer clouded by fear or sadness, Ethan stepped out of the house holding two cups of hot cocoa, he sat down beside Olivia, handing her a cup before turning his gaze toward their daughter. “She’s laughing again,” he said softly. Olivia nodded, a gentle smile on her lips. “Yes, she’s finally truly free.
” Ethan set his cup down on the table, then reached over and took Olivia’s hand. “And what about you? Are you okay?” Olivia rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes as she took in the familiar warmth of her husband. “I am. It’s just. I’m not used to this piece yet.” Ethan let out a quiet chuckle, squeezing her hand. “We fought hard for it. Let’s enjoy it, my love.
Olivia smiled, holding on to his hand a little tighter. Anna appeared, carrying a small basket full of freshly picked apples from her garden. She set it down on the table before taking a seat beside them. “You two look happy,” she remarked with a touch of humor in her voice. “Olivia chuckled.” “That’s thanks to you, Anna.
” Anna took a sip of her tea, gazing into the distance. No, it’s thanks to you for never giving up. Suddenly, Lucy ran over, wrapping her arms around her mother. Mom, can we visit Miss Isabelle’s grave today? Olivia gently brushed her daughter’s hair back, her eyes warm. Of course, sweetheart. This time, when they stepped into the graveyard, no one felt fear anymore. The place was now quiet and serene.
The old gravestones stood bathed in golden sunlight, no longer shrouded in gloom or dread. Lucy ran ahead to Isabelle’s grave, placing her small hands on the stone. “Miss Isabelle,” she whispered. “Thank you for protecting me.” A soft breeze swept through as if someone was gently caressing the little girl’s hair.
Anna smiled, clutching her rosary. She’s still watching over us. Olivia knelt down, touching the gravestone. Thank you for giving us a chance to live. Ethan placed a white rose in front of the grave. Rest in peace, Isabel. Lucy whispered. I’ll always remember you.
And then a ray of sunlight pierced through the trees, shining directly onto the gravestone, making the engraved words glow under its brilliance. They knew Isabelle’s soul had finally found peace. From that day forward, Olivia, Ethan, and Lucy never had nightmares again. The small village returned to its peaceful state. No one spoke of Mr. Anthony anymore. No one feared the darkness. They knew the nightmare had truly ended.
And from that moment on, happiness would stay with them forever. This story carries a profound lesson about love, courage, and the strength of family. In life, unseen darkness exists in the form of fear, painful pasts, or invisible curses. But faith, love, and perseverance can help people overcome anything. Olivia, Ethan, and Lucy never gave up.
