“The Whispering Lantern”
On the outskirts of Hollow Creek stood a crooked old house that no one dared to enter. Every Halloween night, a faint orange glow flickered in the attic window — the light of a single lantern that hadn’t burned out in over a hundred years.
Legend said the lantern belonged to Evelyn Graye, a seamstress who vanished one stormy October night. They found her scissors on the floor, her thread still warm from use — but Evelyn herself was gone. Only the lantern remained, whispering in the dark.
Children dared each other to approach the house. Those who did swore they heard soft stitching sounds and a voice murmuring, “You’ll look perfect… just one more stitch.”
One Halloween, a brave boy named Thomas crept inside. The air was thick with dust and the faint smell of candle wax. The lantern on the attic floor glowed brighter as he neared it — and when he looked inside, he saw a reflection of his own face…
stitched together with black thread.
The next morning, the house was silent again.
Only the lantern remained — glowing faintly, whispering softly.
And in its reflection, a new face appeared.
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