A Woman Moves Into Her Childhood Home – What She Finds Terrifies Her

The spectral figure held the malevolent entity tightly in its grip, its bright blue eye winking at Betsy, as if to assure her that everything would be alright.  “I think she’s gone,” Allen muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Betsy nodded and stood up wearily. When she looked outside, a horrifying sight met her gaze— the forest was burning, consumed by flames.

Sirens wailed in the distance, a cacophony that filled the air, echoing the urgency of the situation. She and Allen watched in a trance-like state as the trees were consumed by the roaring inferno, the cleansing flames of destruction that would, perhaps, bring an end to the malevolent forces that had haunted their family for generations.