Esma was only able to return to the old house two months after her grandfather''s death.


    If it were up to her, she would have never gone back.


    The house was in a remote place, crumbling with age.


    She walked through the rooms one by one, gathering a few personal belongings.


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    The real estate agent handling the sale would take care of the rest.


    "Don''t leave me alone," a voice said.


    Esma froze in fear, but she followed the voice.


    By the time she reached the attic, cold sweat covered her skin.


    "Don''t leave me alone…"


    She saw earthen bowls, their edges covered in ash.


    She remembered the incense her grandfather had burned all around the house.


    "Even if everyone leaves, I cannot," her grandfather had once said.


    "Evechi will never let me go."


    Overcome with terror, Esma ran downstairs.


    But the front door was gone.


    "Don''t leave me alone…"