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She spun around, her heart hammering in her chest. Standing before her was a ghostly figure, draped in a tattered gown and with a face twisted in agony.
Layla stumbled backwards, her eyes wide with terror as the ghostly figure advanced toward her. Her mind raced with fear as she tried to make sense of what was happening.
“Who are you?” Layla asked, taking another step back.
The ghostly figure said nothing, only continued to approach her with a menacing expression on her face. Layla could feel the tendrils of fear coiling around her as she realized that she was in grave danger.
Suddenly, the ghostly figure lunged forward, reaching out to grab Layla with her spectral hands. Layla screamed and turned to run, but her feet were rooted to the spot.
Just as the ghostly figure was about to grab her, a bright light flooded the room, banishing the ghostly presence and leaving Layla standing alone in the ballroom. She looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
As she stood there, shaking with a mixture of fear and relief, she heard Jake’s voice calling out to her from the hallway.
“Layla! Are you all right?” his voice echoed through the empty mansion.
Layla turned, relieved to see Jake standing in the doorway. She ran to him, tears streaming down her face.
“What happened?” Jake asked, concern etched on his face.
Layla took a deep breath and composed herself before telling Jake about the ghostly figure she had encountered in the ballroom.
Jake’s face paled as he listened to her story.
“I think we need to get out of here,” he said, his voice shaking.
Layla nodded in agreement and the two of them quickly made their way to the front door of the mansion.
As they stepped outside, Layla felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She turned to look back at the mansion, but the ghostly figure was nowhere to be seen.
She shuddered at the memory of the encounter and prayed she would never need to return to the Harrington mansion again. Though she knew she would.
Chapter Sixteen
The north wind whisperedthrough the trees, sending shivers down Layla’s spine as a vision began to form. She clutched her jacket tighter, seeking warmth from the chilling gusts that brought her glimpses of the future. Jake stood by her side, gripping her hand as if he could anchor her to the present.
“Another vision?” he asked, concern etching his rugged features.
