Amelia’s scream caught in her throat, strangled by pure terror. She spun around, desperate to escape the unseen presence, but there was nothing there—just the empty, fog-filled diner. The whisper lingered in the air, crawling into her ears like icy tendrils.
Her body shook as she backed away, her eyes darting around the room, searching for any sign of the figure that had just been there. Had she imagined it? Was she losing her mind? The fog, the whispers, the cold hand—it had felt so real.
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