01/11/2025
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An abandoned house in the village stood cloaked in mystery. The villagers knew that no one had lived there for almost a decade, but the strange thing was, a faint light seemed to flicker through its broken windows on certain nights.
Few dared to enter the strange house, because just by stepping near it would sense a spine-tingling energy that they would choose not to go near, ever again.
So when thereโs a thought of entering the house from people who havenโt heard the story, the elders would only say, โSome doors arenโt meant to be opened, keep out of it.โ
The stories about the abandoned house still circulate in the village.
A passerby once claimed he saw a dark, eerie figure of a woman with long hair standing by the window. Some say they heard humming from inside the house, leaving them goosebumps.
One thing is certainโthe light coming from the window never went out at night.
Even when there's a storm or power outage, that light from the window remains. No one dared to look too long because of the fear that a dark figure of a woman might show up and scare them.
One evening, while people were mesmerized by the view of the full moon, someone noticed that the light from the window was brighter than usual.
Unable to hold their curiosity, the villagers decided to see what was inside the next morning. Inside, they were only welcomed by thick dust, cobwebs draped from the ceiling, and dead silence. And there, by the window, they found two things that were left from the empty houseโan old, broken wooden chair and a candle melted down to its base.
No footprints. No sign of life. Just the smell of flowers instead of the decayed woods and musty dust. โLike a heavy scent of longingโ...
They say she's still there, gazing out the window as if waiting for someone who once promised to return.
Some believe itโs her spirit, but maybe it is not. Maybe itโs something deeper.
Maybe that light is not haunting, but a trace of love that never found its ending.
Sometimes, the things we leave behind, such as the promises, hopes, and memories, stay longer than we do. Even when hearts stop beating, love can still linger, glowing subtly through the cracks of time.
Maybe, ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ฐ is not about the spirit of those who passed away but the shadow of love that refuses to rest. It lingers in quiet corners, flickers gently like a candle that never burns out.
For love, once left unfinished, does not disappear. It becomes a ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต๐ฐ of its own. Haunting not with fear, but with the warmth of what was never forgotten..
Now, if love can linger even after we are gone, could it be that some lights are never meant to fade and some doors are never truly closed?
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