They Thought Its Guilt Till The Realised The Ghost Of The Girl The Poisoned To Death Was Haunting Them
They thought it was guilt. That heavy, suffocating weight that gnawed at them day and night. At first, it was small shadows at the corners of their eyes, doors that creaked for no reason, cold drafts brushing past them. But soon, the feeling became impossible to ignore.
It had all started after the party. Emily, quiet and gentle, had been strangely distant that night. She refused drinks, avoided the teasing, and slipped away into the night. By morning, she was gone. The truth hit hard: Emily had been poisoned.
The friends blamed themselves. But as days passed, it became clear it wasn’t guilt alone haunting them. Objects moved on their own. Cold whispers called their names. Shadows stretched across walls even in daylight. And the more they panicked, the stronger the presence grew.
