The taxi stopped at the end of a lonely road where mist rolled low across the cracked pavement. The driver refused to go further. He simply pointed ahead with a trembling hand and muttered something about an old house that never slept. Mira stepped out, clutching her small suitcase, and watched as the red taillights vanished into the fog. The silence that followed was heavy, pressing on her ears until even her own heartbeat felt too loud.
