"The Ghost of Rosewood Hill: Uncovering Aleha's Chilling Secret"😱😱

PART - 1

**Something else–something buried, something cold.And now he wasn’t just hearing things,he was seeing her.Rayyana first saw the girl in white standing outside the bedroom window three night after they moved into the house on rosewood hill.At first he thought she saw a dream her pale figure stood barefoot on the cold damp grass.Her long black hair floated unnaturally,untouched by the wind.Her eyes–hollow–endless–seemed to see everything and nothing all at once.She didn’t speak but her voice echoed in his head as if the air itself whispered her words.

“ Find me ”

**The house was too quiet too old.The wall whispered when no one was speaking and the attic creaked when no one.

**Was walking.Light dimmed without reason and shadow moved just slightly out of sync with the people casting them.His parents blamed noises on the age of the house.” Old homes have personalities,”his mother joked but Rayyana knew this one had .

**He asked around at school.Do you know the girl named Aleha? Most ignored him.One girl froze,lips trembling.”Don’t say her name”she hissed then turned and fled.That night Rayyana sat alone in the room and spoke her name aloud.

“Aleha”

**The window creaked open on its own.

she was no longer outside.

**She stood in the corner of his room,watching him.Not breathing,Not blinking.The air turned to frost.His breath came out in mist,her voice cut through the silence like glass.”I didn’t jump,I was pushed”.

**She told her story in broker whisper,as though each words cost her pain.Once alive.Once loved.Then betrayed.Then silence.No one believed her,she said.No one new what truly happened but now Rayyana could hear her.Only him.And she needed his help.

**She gave him three clues–three pieces of puzzle left unsolved for years.”The photo behind the mirror.”She said:”The name carved in the attic.The well beneath the rose tree.”

**That night he couldn’t sleep.Every blink brought her image.Every silence echoed her voice.At down while his parents were out,Rayyana went to the attic.The air was thicker than dust–it felt like grief lived there.Alone one of the beams,carved crudely but deep were the letters.A.R – May 13th initials Her death date.

To be continued……... .

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