00:00It's been four years, and the questions remain unanswered. Sometimes, late at night,
00:05I sit by the staircase again, eyes searching the darkness below, waiting.
00:10My sister has moved on, convinced it was all our imagination.
00:14But how can I dismiss the vividness, the coldness of her touch, the raw anguish I felt? Was the girl
00:21truly a lost spirit, desperate to be remembered, or something more sinister, hiding her true
00:27intentions? As the years pass, I become less certain of what happened, yet the feeling,
00:34the chilling certainty of being watched, never leaves. Perhaps some mysteries are meant to remain
00:40unsolved, existing solely to remind us how fragile our perception of reality truly is.
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