Whispers from the Grave

Previously

…Thea stood alone in the silent library, her hand still outstretched, her heart hammering against her ribs. The book lay forgotten on the floor. The world outside the mullioned windows seemed to have returned to normal, the afternoon sun now casting long, ordinary shadows. But for Thea, nothing would ever be ordinary again. She had seen him. She had heard his words. And she knew, with a terrifying certainty, that her journey into the shadowed heart of her family’s legacy had only just begun. The spectral presence was gone, but the whispers, the insidious, captivating whispers, had taken root.