In the shadows of the hallway, a small figure stood perfectly still. It was a girl in a white dress, her hair matted and her eyes like two voids of endless black. Refaat blinked, rubbing his weary eyes behind thick spectacles. When he looked again, she was gone, leaving behind only a faint, rhythmic tapping sound— tap, tap, tap —like a heartbeat against the floorboards.
"Nature has its laws," Refaat whispered to the wind. "But what lies behind nature... that is a much darker story." In the shadows of the hallway, a small
As the mansion began to dissolve into a swirl of shadows and light, Refaat reached for his notebook. If he couldn't defeat the paranormal with medicine, he would document it with the cold precision of a researcher. He watched as the phantom of Shiraz drifted through a solid wall, her laughter sounding like breaking glass. When he looked again, she was gone, leaving
From the darkness, the girl reappeared. She wasn't a ghost in the traditional sense; she was a memory made manifest, a jagged piece of a tragedy that Refaat had tried to bury decades ago. Her name was Shiraz. that is a much darker story