October Challenge - "When the room went dark, she heard her name."

guilty process of hiding a sin

Elena Ruiz visits an art gallery and notices a mysterious change in a painting, The Girl in Amber Light. She discovers a hidden connection between herself and the girl in the artwork. As she investigates, she learns the painting can capture a soul, and ultimately, Elena becomes part of it, leaving behind a new masterpiece in her own name.

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This is about a woman who moved into a haunted house and things happened to her at night

When her childhood friend vanishes without a trace within the walls of a long-abandoned manor, investigative journalist Eleanor Hayes is drawn into a realm where shadows whisper forgotten names and reality blurs with the supernatural. Surrounded by sceptics, cryptic warnings, and a malevolent presence that calls from the darkness, Eleanor must confront not only the sinister history of the house but the haunting secrets she thought she had buried forever.

As eerie voices echo through empty corridors and unseen forces stir, will uncovering the truth come at the cost of her very soul? In a place where fear isolates and the past refuses to stay silent, every whispered name could be the last.

Sometimes old myths are based on fact. One such myth is that of the, Doppleganger. It presents itself to its prey in the visage of one's mirror image. If ever you should be unfortunate enough to come face to face with your Doppleganger don't misinterpet its intentions as friendly. Such is the case of Luna who, in a weakened state, returns to the sanctity of her home... only to find she's not alone.

Amy has slowly realized that her life is not what it should be and today exemplifies that. She feels like she is on her own with her current plight but is she really?

"Twenty years later, the past has caught up to me. Twenty years later, my sins catch up to me."

When the room went dark, she heard her name. It was ushered in a hushed tone, more than a whisper. It seemed detached with an almost palpable chill resonating from it. Something she sensed more than detected, the eerie spectre's faceless voice made the hair stand straight up on the nape of her long and slender neck. Her sense of dread was instant as though the word DANGER were yelled from the other side of the mansion. And somehow it was familiar.