You let the light grow…

You say nothing.

You let the light speak for you.

Candle after candle ignites around the hall, bathing the space in a warm, golden glow. The darkness pulls back hissing, retreating like a living thing.

Annie’s voice calls out one last time:

“You weak… yuh nah even fight mi?”

But her taunts grow fainter. Her grip slips.

The house trembles… then stills.

You open your eyes.

The hall is empty. The stairs behind you are solid. The mirror? Cracked. Silent.

But your throat… feels tight. You try to speak nothing comes out.

You’re free.

But your voice is gone.