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Speaker 1 (00:03):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:08):
Southy Nows is here with us.
Speaker 1 (00:11):
The podcast that brings you weekly true ghostly stories. In
this podcast, you'll delve into the depths of some of
the darkest paranormal experiences that cannot be defined by anything
(00:31):
less than truly haunting. Haunting. Now, sit back, relax, and
let's begin our journey into the mysterious and unknown.
Speaker 2 (00:57):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast. I'm your host, Eve
s Evans. To day, we have another haunting story for you,
So sit back and relax because ghost stories are.
Speaker 3 (01:10):
Next Within the closet. Even before it happened, I looked
at that small crack in the closet at night after
my mom tucked me snugly underneath the covers. I swore
in that darkness there was something waiting for the moment
(01:31):
she would leave the room and I was alone, served
up on a silver platter. This led me to become
almost obsessive with the idea of closing the closet door,
with it latching firmly in place. I was convinced the
monsters on the other side had no way of getting me.
(01:52):
This belief went on for almost five years, and then
I turned ten, I was still a few years from
Because I'm a teenager, I was more than old enough
to stop being scared of monsters in the closet. I
knew it was time to leave the childish fears behind.
This meant confronting the last of my childhood fears. The
(02:13):
plan was simple. Every night, I would leave the door
to my closet open a little more. At first, I'd
simply open it, but not be able to see inside,
and as the days passed, the tiny gap would expand
until the day came when I'd be able to leave
it fully open without any fear. The idea seemed reasonable,
(02:34):
sound even, and it was until he showed up a
few days afterwards. That's the thing about fears, though, they
always tend to be worse than reality. Mom had just
kissed my forehead, something I was starting to think I
was getting too old for as well. She wished me
a good night, turned off the light, and shut my
(02:57):
bedroom door. I took a quick glance towards the closet.
The crack was just big enough that I could fit
one of my baseballs through without touching the sides. The
hairs on the back of my neck stood on end,
and an uneasy feeling wormed its way into my stomach
as I've fought the battle within my mind to rush
over and shut out the monsters. There's no such thing
(03:19):
as monsters, said with finality and a shake of my head,
before turning over and closing my eyes. I might be
willing to leave the door itself open. That didn't mean
I had to look at it. I was tired and
felt myself falling into that in between place that separates
a person from being asleep and awake. That carefree feeling, though,
(03:41):
didn't last long. When I heard a voice whisper out
to me from the darkness in my room, Hey, are
you awake? My eyes snapped open. All trace of the
sleepiness I felt a moment before vaporized and a metallic
taste coated my tongue, almost like the times I was
by my friends to put a coin inside my mouth.
(04:02):
Even my breathing was coming in loud, short gasps. Despite
my attempt to stay quiet, it was obvious to anyone
nearby that I wasn't sleeping, even without me speaking a word.
My eyes found my alarm clock, hoping that it had
somehow just turned on. I knew it wasn't the radio.
For one, it had just been the four words, But
mostly because of where the sound had come from. I
(04:26):
knew immediately it had originated from behind me, and there
was only one thing there, the closet, which, due to
my foolishness, was open. I knew there were two choices.
Either continued to face away from the door, or I
could turn around and see what was trying to talk
to me. In the end, there wasn't much of a
(04:46):
battle inside my ten year old brain. I figured if
I just continued to ignore whatever it was, they would
eventually get bored and go away. That was my hope. Anyways,
Like my plan to slowly rid myself of my feet
of leaving the closet door open, this one also was
destined to fail. Hey, why won't you talk to me?
(05:09):
The voice said, almost like I was the one being rude.
They were the intruder here, the stranger inside the closet. Slowly,
I turned over, unable to stand the idea of my
back being to the source of the voice. Besides, they
didn't sound mean. The voice actually reminded me a lot
of my friend Tom from school. I mean, it would
(05:30):
be funny if he'd snuck in and hid inside my
closet and attempt to scare me. That would be something
Tom would do. Still, my mind wouldn't hold on to
the image of Tom, but that of a giant beast
with razor sharp teeth that dripped with green goose, ready
to eat me as soon as I laid eyes on it.
When I finally did lay eyes on the thing in
(05:51):
front of me, it wasn't Tom or a giant monster
made of shadows, but a boy of maybe six or seven.
His skin was almost completely white, which set off the
dark black hair on top of his head. Just looking
at him, the only one word shot through my mind, ghost.
(06:14):
I don't know why or how I knew this about him.
I'd never been surer about anything in my entire life.
He didn't say anything to me. He did smile and
give what I'd describe as a friendly wave. The gesture
was probably meant to be innocent. I was too shocked
at seeing him that I was unable to do much
but give a small wave back in response. I don't
(06:36):
talk much to you. I'm Eric, by the way, Marshal,
I said, almost automatically. I couldn't believe I was actually
here talking to a dead kid. I thought, for a
moment this whole thing could be a dream, something I
conjured up in my brain as a result of distress
from overcoming the fear of the closet door. With my
(06:59):
hand that still was under the covers, gave myself a
quick pinch on my leg. It hurt, which meant that
this wasn't a dream, since I've been told you can't
feel pain in a dream. Then again, I'd been told
there were no such thing as ghosts, too, and there
was one sitting on the floor off my bedroom. Are
you dead? As soon as I asked the question, it
(07:21):
almost felt too personal right to it. Then the boy
called Eric said, yes, I died a while ago, not
in this room, though, if you were worried about it,
I hadn't even thought about that. After learning this, I
will admit it made me feel better that this kid
hadn't lived and died in the room I slept every night.
(07:44):
How is it that I can see you? I asked,
to get more comfortable with the situation. He gave a
little shrug of one shoulder. I don't really know how
it works. There's a lot about this I don't understand myself.
I see, I said in response, even though I didn't
see it all. So do you live there? I pointed
(08:05):
behind him into the now fully open closet. He turned
around and looked where I was pointing, Do you mean
in there? Oh Marshall, I don't live in your closet,
He laughed at the absurdity, even though I joined in
at the humor of it. We continued our talk for
a few minutes, and it almost began to feel like
(08:25):
we were starting to get to know each other. I
don't know why, but he didn't act like any six
year old i'd ever met. He seemed much older and
wiser than his small number of years. Then the question
that sat between us the entire time had to finally
be asked, So this is going to be a regular thing,
(08:45):
you know, this showing up in my room? A sadness
passed over his face. I don't know. I could be
back later tonight, or maybe years from now. Time works
differently on the other side. I can't really explain it, really,
there's no way to know for sure. It was my
turned frown this time. I think I could really like him,
(09:07):
but this almost felt like it was a kind of
goodbye between us. His departure was almost as abrupt as
his arrival. I was in the middle of saying something
when suddenly he seemed to just fade from view. One
second he was there and the next gone. It has
been three years since that day, and every night I
(09:29):
have left my closet open an invitation for Eric to
come back and have a chat. As of yet, he
hasn't found his way back. Maybe one day he will,
and when and if it happens, I'll be there waiting.
My young cover long buried family secrets that intertwined with
(09:52):
Eliza's life. The weight of these truths feels heavy on
my shoulders, and I realize that her sadness is not
just her own, a reflection of the struggles that have
haunted my family for generations. Is this why you're trapped here?
I question, my hands trembling. Are you bound to the
mirror because of these secrets? Perhaps? She murmurs, her expression distant,
(10:16):
as if lost in thought. The mirror has become a
symbol of the secrets we carry, a prison born from
our fears and regrets. Then we need to release those secrets.
I declare, determination flaring within me. We need to set
you Realiza, thank you, she says, her eyes welling up
(10:37):
with tears. I never thought anyone would understand my pain,
let alone help me heal it. As we stand in
the attic, surrounded by the eery glow of the candles
and the haunting whispers of the past, I know that
our bond transcends time and space. Together, we will confront
the darkness that binds us and find a way to
(10:58):
mend the wounds into our souls. A shiver runs down
my spine as I stand alone in the darkened attic.
The air is heavy with a sense of anticipation, and
my determination to confront the source of Eliza's pain courses
through me like an electric current. The ghost of betrayal
looms over us, both, a shadow that has kept her
(11:19):
trapped for so long. Eliza, I say, softly, feeling her
spirit rally behind me, her strength merging with mine. We
can do this together. We can break these chains. Thank you,
she replies, her voice barely audible, yet filled with gratitude.
I have faith in you. The dim light from the
(11:40):
candles flickers around the room, casting easie shadows on the walls.
My heart raises as I inhale, deeply, gathering the courage
to face the darkness head on, show yourself, I call
out into the gloom, my voice echoing through the attic,
Why have you held Eliza captive all this time? As
if summoned by my words, the air crackles with energy.
(12:03):
I feel Eliza's presence beside me, her own resolve emboldening
my voice. Together we challenge the darkness that binds her,
pushing back against the forces that seek to keep her hidden.
Answer me, I demand, my anger boiling to the surface.
Why are you doing this? What do you gain from
her torment? A low, guttural laugh echoes around us, sending
(12:27):
chills down my spine. The very essence of betrayal materializes
before the mirror, its form shifting and twisting like smoke.
This malicious grin sends fear coursing through my veins, but
I refuse to back down. Her pain feeds me, It hisses,
its voice dripping with malice. She is bound to me,
(12:50):
just as your family has always been enough, I shout,
my voice, trembling with a mixture of rage and fear.
You have no power over us anymore? Is that so?
The spirit taunts, its laughter, mocking my resolve. You think
you can break a connection forged in blood and sacrifice.
(13:12):
Watch me, I reply, my eyes locked onto the sinister figure.
With Eliza's spirit beside me, I reach out to the mirror,
my hand trembling as it makes contact with the cold glass.
Release her, I cry, my voice filled with conviction. The
air around us vibrates with tension, and I can feel
(13:32):
the darkness struggling against our combined strength. Never, the spirit roars,
its form writhing before us. Let her go, Eliza shouts
her own voice, joining mine in defiance. Together, we push
back against the darkness, forcing it to relinquish its hold
in her. As we stand our ground, the very air
(13:54):
seems to shimmer and pulse with energy. The darkness shrieks
in agony as it dissipates, leaving behind nothing but the
silence of the attic. We've done it. We've challenged the
shadows and emerged victorious. Thank you, Eliza whispers, her eyes
brimming with tears. I finally free, Remember, I tell her,
(14:19):
my voice, still shaking from the intensity of our confrontation.
You are never alone in this. We fought together, true,
she agrees, her gaze softening, And I'll never forget the
one who helped free me from my chains. As we
stand side by side, the weight of our ordeal slowly lifting,
(14:39):
I can't help but feel a sense of pride in
what we've accomplished. We faced the darkness head on, and
together we conquered it. The mirror quivers, glass, rippling like
water disturbed by a stone. My pulse raises in tandem
with the pulsating energy that surrounds us and I feel
Eliza's spirit rise, breaking free from her sorrowful chains. A
(15:03):
brilliant explosion of light fills the dusty attic, blinding me
for an instant. As my vision clears, I see Eliza
standing before me, no longer a mere reflection, but a
tangible presence. Her sadness has evaporated, replaced by a radiant
smile that lights up the dim room. She takes a
(15:24):
tentative step forward, her figure now solid and real. Thank you,
she breathes, her voice melodious and filled with gratitude. The
air seems to hum with the echoes of her words,
sending shivers down my spine. It was my pleasure, I reply,
Still awe struck by the transformation we've wrought, I reach
(15:47):
out to touch her shoulder, expecting my hand to pass
through her as it had done countless times before. Instead,
I find warmth and solidity, proof of her new found freedom.
Is really over, I ask, my voice barely more than
a whisper. Yes, Eliza replies, her eyes shining with joy.
(16:10):
Thanks to you. A wave of warmth washes over me,
and I know that our combined efforts have fulfilled my
promise to help her. Our connection, once forged by shared sorrow,
will endure as a testament to empathy and courage. Remember,
I tell her, my heart's swelling with pride. You were
(16:31):
never alone in this. We fought together, and I'll never
forget the one who helped free me from my chains,
She says, gaze, never leaving mine with a final embrace.
We part ways, two souls forever changed by their journey
into the past. As I stand before the now ordinary mirror,
(16:51):
I see not only Eliza's triumph, but my own reflections
of strength and determination. I take one last look around
the attic, which now who feels empty and devoid of
the energy that once consumed it. My connection with Eliza
remains a bond forged through empathy and courage, an unforgettable
adventure that has irrevocably changed us both With a heart
(17:15):
full of hope, I descend the creaky stairs, leaving the
attic behind. The knowledge that I have not only set
Eliza free, but discovered a part of myself in the
process fills me with a newfound sense of purpose. As
I step into my present life, forever altered by the past,
I'm ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, armed with
(17:38):
the memory of the girl who dared to reach beyond
the veil and the spirit who found her way home.
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Speaker 2 (00:08):
Southy Nows is here with us.
Speaker 1 (00:11):
The podcast that brings you weekly true ghostly stories. In
this podcast, you'll delve into the depths of some of
the darkest paranormal experiences that cannot be defined by anything
(00:31):
less than truly haunting. Haunting. Now, sit back, relax, and
let's begin our journey into the mysterious and unknown.
Speaker 2 (00:57):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast. I'm your host, Eve
s Evans. To day, we have another haunting story for you,
So sit back and relax because ghost stories are.
Speaker 3 (01:10):
Next Within the closet. Even before it happened, I looked
at that small crack in the closet at night after
my mom tucked me snugly underneath the covers. I swore
in that darkness there was something waiting for the moment
(01:31):
she would leave the room and I was alone, served
up on a silver platter. This led me to become
almost obsessive with the idea of closing the closet door,
with it latching firmly in place. I was convinced the
monsters on the other side had no way of getting me.
(01:52):
This belief went on for almost five years, and then
I turned ten, I was still a few years from
Because I'm a teenager, I was more than old enough
to stop being scared of monsters in the closet. I
knew it was time to leave the childish fears behind.
This meant confronting the last of my childhood fears. The
(02:13):
plan was simple. Every night, I would leave the door
to my closet open a little more. At first, I'd
simply open it, but not be able to see inside,
and as the days passed, the tiny gap would expand
until the day came when I'd be able to leave
it fully open without any fear. The idea seemed reasonable,
(02:34):
sound even, and it was until he showed up a
few days afterwards. That's the thing about fears, though, they
always tend to be worse than reality. Mom had just
kissed my forehead, something I was starting to think I
was getting too old for as well. She wished me
a good night, turned off the light, and shut my
(02:57):
bedroom door. I took a quick glance towards the closet.
The crack was just big enough that I could fit
one of my baseballs through without touching the sides. The
hairs on the back of my neck stood on end,
and an uneasy feeling wormed its way into my stomach
as I've fought the battle within my mind to rush
over and shut out the monsters. There's no such thing
(03:19):
as monsters, said with finality and a shake of my head,
before turning over and closing my eyes. I might be
willing to leave the door itself open. That didn't mean
I had to look at it. I was tired and
felt myself falling into that in between place that separates
a person from being asleep and awake. That carefree feeling, though,
(03:41):
didn't last long. When I heard a voice whisper out
to me from the darkness in my room, Hey, are
you awake? My eyes snapped open. All trace of the
sleepiness I felt a moment before vaporized and a metallic
taste coated my tongue, almost like the times I was
by my friends to put a coin inside my mouth.
(04:02):
Even my breathing was coming in loud, short gasps. Despite
my attempt to stay quiet, it was obvious to anyone
nearby that I wasn't sleeping, even without me speaking a word.
My eyes found my alarm clock, hoping that it had
somehow just turned on. I knew it wasn't the radio.
For one, it had just been the four words, But
mostly because of where the sound had come from. I
(04:26):
knew immediately it had originated from behind me, and there
was only one thing there, the closet, which, due to
my foolishness, was open. I knew there were two choices.
Either continued to face away from the door, or I
could turn around and see what was trying to talk
to me. In the end, there wasn't much of a
(04:46):
battle inside my ten year old brain. I figured if
I just continued to ignore whatever it was, they would
eventually get bored and go away. That was my hope. Anyways,
Like my plan to slowly rid myself of my feet
of leaving the closet door open, this one also was
destined to fail. Hey, why won't you talk to me?
(05:09):
The voice said, almost like I was the one being rude.
They were the intruder here, the stranger inside the closet. Slowly,
I turned over, unable to stand the idea of my
back being to the source of the voice. Besides, they
didn't sound mean. The voice actually reminded me a lot
of my friend Tom from school. I mean, it would
(05:30):
be funny if he'd snuck in and hid inside my
closet and attempt to scare me. That would be something
Tom would do. Still, my mind wouldn't hold on to
the image of Tom, but that of a giant beast
with razor sharp teeth that dripped with green goose, ready
to eat me as soon as I laid eyes on it.
When I finally did lay eyes on the thing in
(05:51):
front of me, it wasn't Tom or a giant monster
made of shadows, but a boy of maybe six or seven.
His skin was almost completely white, which set off the
dark black hair on top of his head. Just looking
at him, the only one word shot through my mind, ghost.
(06:14):
I don't know why or how I knew this about him.
I'd never been surer about anything in my entire life.
He didn't say anything to me. He did smile and
give what I'd describe as a friendly wave. The gesture
was probably meant to be innocent. I was too shocked
at seeing him that I was unable to do much
but give a small wave back in response. I don't
(06:36):
talk much to you. I'm Eric, by the way, Marshal,
I said, almost automatically. I couldn't believe I was actually
here talking to a dead kid. I thought, for a
moment this whole thing could be a dream, something I
conjured up in my brain as a result of distress
from overcoming the fear of the closet door. With my
(06:59):
hand that still was under the covers, gave myself a
quick pinch on my leg. It hurt, which meant that
this wasn't a dream, since I've been told you can't
feel pain in a dream. Then again, I'd been told
there were no such thing as ghosts, too, and there
was one sitting on the floor off my bedroom. Are
you dead? As soon as I asked the question, it
(07:21):
almost felt too personal right to it. Then the boy
called Eric said, yes, I died a while ago, not
in this room, though, if you were worried about it,
I hadn't even thought about that. After learning this, I
will admit it made me feel better that this kid
hadn't lived and died in the room I slept every night.
(07:44):
How is it that I can see you? I asked,
to get more comfortable with the situation. He gave a
little shrug of one shoulder. I don't really know how
it works. There's a lot about this I don't understand myself.
I see, I said in response, even though I didn't
see it all. So do you live there? I pointed
(08:05):
behind him into the now fully open closet. He turned
around and looked where I was pointing, Do you mean
in there? Oh Marshall, I don't live in your closet,
He laughed at the absurdity, even though I joined in
at the humor of it. We continued our talk for
a few minutes, and it almost began to feel like
(08:25):
we were starting to get to know each other. I
don't know why, but he didn't act like any six
year old i'd ever met. He seemed much older and
wiser than his small number of years. Then the question
that sat between us the entire time had to finally
be asked, So this is going to be a regular thing,
(08:45):
you know, this showing up in my room? A sadness
passed over his face. I don't know. I could be
back later tonight, or maybe years from now. Time works
differently on the other side. I can't really explain it, really,
there's no way to know for sure. It was my
turned frown this time. I think I could really like him,
(09:07):
but this almost felt like it was a kind of
goodbye between us. His departure was almost as abrupt as
his arrival. I was in the middle of saying something
when suddenly he seemed to just fade from view. One
second he was there and the next gone. It has
been three years since that day, and every night I
(09:29):
have left my closet open an invitation for Eric to
come back and have a chat. As of yet, he
hasn't found his way back. Maybe one day he will,
and when and if it happens, I'll be there waiting.
My young cover long buried family secrets that intertwined with
(09:52):
Eliza's life. The weight of these truths feels heavy on
my shoulders, and I realize that her sadness is not
just her own, a reflection of the struggles that have
haunted my family for generations. Is this why you're trapped here?
I question, my hands trembling. Are you bound to the
mirror because of these secrets? Perhaps? She murmurs, her expression distant,
(10:16):
as if lost in thought. The mirror has become a
symbol of the secrets we carry, a prison born from
our fears and regrets. Then we need to release those secrets.
I declare, determination flaring within me. We need to set
you Realiza, thank you, she says, her eyes welling up
(10:37):
with tears. I never thought anyone would understand my pain,
let alone help me heal it. As we stand in
the attic, surrounded by the eery glow of the candles
and the haunting whispers of the past, I know that
our bond transcends time and space. Together, we will confront
the darkness that binds us and find a way to
(10:58):
mend the wounds into our souls. A shiver runs down
my spine as I stand alone in the darkened attic.
The air is heavy with a sense of anticipation, and
my determination to confront the source of Eliza's pain courses
through me like an electric current. The ghost of betrayal
looms over us, both, a shadow that has kept her
(11:19):
trapped for so long. Eliza, I say, softly, feeling her
spirit rally behind me, her strength merging with mine. We
can do this together. We can break these chains. Thank you,
she replies, her voice barely audible, yet filled with gratitude.
I have faith in you. The dim light from the
(11:40):
candles flickers around the room, casting easie shadows on the walls.
My heart raises as I inhale, deeply, gathering the courage
to face the darkness head on, show yourself, I call
out into the gloom, my voice echoing through the attic,
Why have you held Eliza captive all this time? As
if summoned by my words, the air crackles with energy.
(12:03):
I feel Eliza's presence beside me, her own resolve emboldening
my voice. Together we challenge the darkness that binds her,
pushing back against the forces that seek to keep her hidden.
Answer me, I demand, my anger boiling to the surface.
Why are you doing this? What do you gain from
her torment? A low, guttural laugh echoes around us, sending
(12:27):
chills down my spine. The very essence of betrayal materializes
before the mirror, its form shifting and twisting like smoke.
This malicious grin sends fear coursing through my veins, but
I refuse to back down. Her pain feeds me, It hisses,
its voice dripping with malice. She is bound to me,
(12:50):
just as your family has always been enough, I shout,
my voice, trembling with a mixture of rage and fear.
You have no power over us anymore? Is that so?
The spirit taunts, its laughter, mocking my resolve. You think
you can break a connection forged in blood and sacrifice.
(13:12):
Watch me, I reply, my eyes locked onto the sinister figure.
With Eliza's spirit beside me, I reach out to the mirror,
my hand trembling as it makes contact with the cold glass.
Release her, I cry, my voice filled with conviction. The
air around us vibrates with tension, and I can feel
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the darkness struggling against our combined strength. Never, the spirit roars,
its form writhing before us. Let her go, Eliza shouts
her own voice, joining mine in defiance. Together, we push
back against the darkness, forcing it to relinquish its hold
in her. As we stand our ground, the very air
(13:54):
seems to shimmer and pulse with energy. The darkness shrieks
in agony as it dissipates, leaving behind nothing but the
silence of the attic. We've done it. We've challenged the
shadows and emerged victorious. Thank you, Eliza whispers, her eyes
brimming with tears. I finally free, Remember, I tell her,
(14:19):
my voice, still shaking from the intensity of our confrontation.
You are never alone in this. We fought together, true,
she agrees, her gaze softening, And I'll never forget the
one who helped free me from my chains. As we
stand side by side, the weight of our ordeal slowly lifting,
(14:39):
I can't help but feel a sense of pride in
what we've accomplished. We faced the darkness head on, and
together we conquered it. The mirror quivers, glass, rippling like
water disturbed by a stone. My pulse raises in tandem
with the pulsating energy that surrounds us and I feel
Eliza's spirit rise, breaking free from her sorrowful chains. A
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brilliant explosion of light fills the dusty attic, blinding me
for an instant. As my vision clears, I see Eliza
standing before me, no longer a mere reflection, but a
tangible presence. Her sadness has evaporated, replaced by a radiant
smile that lights up the dim room. She takes a
(15:24):
tentative step forward, her figure now solid and real. Thank you,
she breathes, her voice melodious and filled with gratitude. The
air seems to hum with the echoes of her words,
sending shivers down my spine. It was my pleasure, I reply,
Still awe struck by the transformation we've wrought, I reach
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out to touch her shoulder, expecting my hand to pass
through her as it had done countless times before. Instead,
I find warmth and solidity, proof of her new found freedom.
Is really over, I ask, my voice barely more than
a whisper. Yes, Eliza replies, her eyes shining with joy.
(16:10):
Thanks to you. A wave of warmth washes over me,
and I know that our combined efforts have fulfilled my
promise to help her. Our connection, once forged by shared sorrow,
will endure as a testament to empathy and courage. Remember,
I tell her, my heart's swelling with pride. You were
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never alone in this. We fought together, and I'll never
forget the one who helped free me from my chains,
She says, gaze, never leaving mine with a final embrace.
We part ways, two souls forever changed by their journey
into the past. As I stand before the now ordinary mirror,
(16:51):
I see not only Eliza's triumph, but my own reflections
of strength and determination. I take one last look around
the attic, which now who feels empty and devoid of
the energy that once consumed it. My connection with Eliza
remains a bond forged through empathy and courage, an unforgettable
adventure that has irrevocably changed us both With a heart
(17:15):
full of hope, I descend the creaky stairs, leaving the
attic behind. The knowledge that I have not only set
Eliza free, but discovered a part of myself in the
process fills me with a newfound sense of purpose. As
I step into my present life, forever altered by the past,
I'm ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, armed with
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the memory of the girl who dared to reach beyond
the veil and the spirit who found her way home.
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