Beneath the twisted branches, she lingered, an enchantress cloaked in shadows, her face hidden behind a pumpkin’s wicked grin. They said the forest was cursed, haunted by spirits that danced under the moonlight. But she wasn’t afraid—she was the ghost they whispered about, drawing the lost deeper into the dark with a single, silent glance .the spirit of the woods who appeared when the veil betweenRead more...