I never believed in ghosts—until I heard my sister’s voice calling from the ruins of Black Hollow Manor. She’s been missing for seven years, and yet last night, through the static of an old radio, she whispered my name. Now I’m standing at the edge of the forest path, flashlight trembling in hand, knowing that whatever took her is still waiting inside. This isn’t just a search anymore. It’s a reckoning.

Every night, she kisses me under starlit dream skies, whispering promises that feel more real than anything in the waking world. By day, we're just classmates—barely speaking, eyes never meeting. But I’m starting to notice: the way she hesitates when our paths cross, how her dreams sync with mine, and the strange marks appearing on both our wrists at the same time. This isn’t coincidence. We’re connected—but if I tell her, will it break the spell? Or finally bring us together?