The whispering house (last part)

Alyssa felt a cold shiver crawl up her spine as Eleanor’s ghostly form stepped closer. The air in the room grew heavy, suffocating. Before she could react, Eleanor whispered, "I need you."
A sudden force gripped Alyssa, and darkness enveloped her. Her vision blurred, and an icy sensation spread through her veins. She gasped, but no sound came. Then, everything stilled.

When she opened her eyes, she wasn’t herself anymore.

She could feel Eleanor inside her—her thoughts, her memories, her rage. Alyssa was aware, trapped in her own body, but she had no control. Her limbs moved on their own as Eleanor took over.

And she had only one destination in mind.

Alyssa—no, Eleanor_walked confidently up the grand steps of the mansion where her uncle and aunt now lived. It was lavish, the wealth stolen from her parents evident in every golden fixture and extravagant decoration.

The butler opened the door, frowning at the unannounced visitor. But the moment Eleanor met his eyes, he staggered back, his face turning pale. He saw something in her—something unnatural.

She stepped inside without a word.

Her uncle, Richard, sat in the enormous living room, sipping expensive wine. His wife, Margaret, lounged beside him, draped in silk and diamonds.

At the sight of Alyssa, he frowned. "Who let you in—"

But then his breath hitched.

The air in the room turned ice-cold. The lights flickered. And Alyssa’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

"You don’t recognize me, Uncle?" Eleanor’s voice slithered through Alyssa’s mouth, sending shivers down her own spine.

Richard paled. His glass slipped from his fingers, shattering on the floor. "No… it can’t be—"

"It is," Eleanor hissed. "Did you think you could kill me and live in peace?"

Margaret shrieked, clutching Richard’s arm. "She’s lying! She’s trying to trick us!"

But Richard knew better. His whole body trembled. "Please… I was young, foolish. I regret everything. Please, forgive me!"

Eleanor let out a cold laugh. "Forgive?"

With an unnatural strength, she grabbed a thick rope from a nearby curtain and approached them. They tried to run, but their bodies wouldn’t move—some unseen force held them in place.

"No, no, please!" Richard sobbed. "I’ll give you anything! Money, property—just don’t hurt us!"

"You took everything from me," Eleanor said, her voice devoid of emotion. "Now, it’s your turn."

She tightened the rope around their necks.

They screamed. They begged. They kicked and struggled. But no one came to save them.

Minutes later, silence filled the mansion.

The deed was done.

As the last breath left Richard and Margaret’s bodies, a strange warmth spread through Alyssa. She gasped as Eleanor’s presence loosened its grip on her. The spirit emerged from her body, glowing faintly.

Eleanor turned to face Alyssa, her once-hollow eyes now filled with peace.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Because of you, I am finally free."

Alyssa, still trembling from what had happened, could only nod.

Eleanor gave her one last smile before her form slowly faded, dissolving into a soft light that vanished into the night.

And just like that, she was gone.

As Alyssa made her way home, a strange sense of relief washed over her. She had helped someone—helped Eleanor find peace.

For the first time in days, her heart felt light.

When she reached her house, she looked up at the sky. The stars shone brightly, the night no longer carrying the weight of sorrow and revenge.

She smiled to herself.

It was over.

And strangely… it was a beautiful feeling.

The End ..