Sarah Miller, a young woman in her twenties with wide eyes and a nervous grip on her suitcase, steps from the truck. Shadows stretch across the empty sidewalks, and only the distant hum of a diner suggests life. Tommy Harris, her childhood friend, waits by the truck door, his face half-lit by the neon glow. "Are you sure the old house is still standing?" "It’s been empty since your aunt passed, but yeah. Folks say it’s haunted, though."

The air grows colder as they approach, and a chill runs down Sarah’s spine. The house seems to breathe, its silence broken only by the wind whispering through broken shutters. Tommy hesitates, glancing at the padlocked door. "We have to go in. I need to find Aunt June’s diary." "If anything happens, we get out, okay?"

Sarah’s footsteps echo as she steps onto the staircase, flashlight beam flickering. Tommy follows, scanning the hall nervously. A sudden cold breeze sweeps the corridor, rattling the windows, and a faint whisper lingers in the air. "Did you hear that? It sounded like someone calling my name." "It’s just the wind. Let’s keep moving."

Sarah’s hands tremble as she flips through the pages, reading faded ink entries about strange noises and unseen visitors. Tommy watches the door, his breath visible in the frigid air. Suddenly, a photograph slips from the diary, revealing Aunt June standing with a blurred, shadowy figure. "Who is that with her? I don’t remember ever seeing him." "Maybe it’s one of the ghosts people talk about here."

Sarah stands frozen, the diary clutched to her chest. The ghost raises a hand, pointing toward the garden visible through the window. Tommy’s voice quivers as he tries to reach for Sarah. "We need to leave, now!" "Wait—the garden. Aunt June’s last entry mentioned something buried there. I think this spirit wants us to find it."

Tommy stands watch, the night’s fear fading into relief. The mansion behind them seems less menacing; windows gleam in the morning sun. Sarah smiles softly, tears in her eyes as she reads Aunt June’s final message. "She wanted me to know the truth about our family. Maybe now the ghost can rest." "Let’s go home, Sarah. Willow Creek isn’t so scary in the daylight."